from the 7” single, Zoo Records, 1979I stopped apologizing for my unabashed love of television a long time ago, and knobs who walk around with a whole fucking script about its evils just make me laugh---yes, we all know that there is plenty of out-and-out shit plastered across many channels, but there is this incredible thing called a remote control which allows you to choose your own adventure, as it were; I actually believe that some of these idiots think if you watch TV at all, than you must indeed watch all of it. There is plenty of wholesome and educational programming to be found on the boob tube: PBS, Discovery Channels, The Science Channel, BBC World News, National Geographic Channel, Family Guy, The Simpsons…you know, sources of vital & imperative information. Not sure if Julian Cope & his band the Teardrop Explodes were coming down hard on television altogether or just the 70s medical drama series Rafferty, which he’s comparing here to sleeping gas; either way, I must agree on one point about the teley, “…it’s so ethereal …”
