Excessive consumption of haggis, red wine and day-time TV might feel good at the time, but now, having plonked myself back at a computer keyboard for the first time in two weeks, the subsequent loss of the ability to type is problematic to say the least.
Man Flu appear to know a thing or two about excessive consumption, although they appear to be revelling in the side-effects. There’s something particularly satisfying about a female-fronted band calling themselves Man Flu – a single wryly-lofted eyebrow pricking the bubble of mild pomposity and misogyny surrounding a tiresome made-up disease.
A strident fierceness pervades all of Man Flu’s eccentric, cavernous, angular songs, though this is most vociferously pronounced in Sasha Grey – a paean of sorts to the cult porn-crossover star.
Hollow, clattering and persuasively de-tuned, Sasha Grey doesn’t appear to embrace the mainstream in the way its anti-hero has, but all a pop song needs to do is retain the repeated attention of its listener to be a success – which is exactly what this song manages.
A quick, gooey, Google search reveals that Sasha Grey’s attitude is an exact fit with Man Flu‘s – aggressive, confident and marked by a determination to push boundaries. Whether the various members of Man Flu have appeared in movies similar to Anal Cavity Search 6 or not is probably a moot point.