Maybe I should have waited a couple months, considering the title... But that's irrelevant now.
That drew... Getting me on a Condo Fucks/Troggs trip. I ended up picking up a Troggs record last time I was out and about on payday. And this latest little indulgence into music history is the result.
So's, the original was written by Chip Taylor circa 1965 and recorded first by The Wild Ones in the same year.
We all know how well The Troggs did in '66, moving then to Monterey Pop where Jimi Hendrix added his obviously acid-fueled twist on the song before setting his guitar on fire.
Most notably for me, though, isn't the Major League rip by X.
It's this, the point to which the decade of the 80s allowed this song to fully degenerate.
(I still like it.)
Where's the song now? In the hands of one Prince, disturbing the very fabric of space and time like he always does.