They're Here, They're the Queers and they're not what you think

ONE OF the golden rules in the punk handbook is to confuse and irritate people at every opportunity. So naming a band of straight boys the Queers — thereby upsetting narrow thinkers of both orientations — deserves a merit badge. As do the resilient dispositions of grown men who can make a proud punk-pop career of shamelessly dumb but irresistibly catchy ditties like 'I Can't Stop Farting', 'Ursula Finally Has Tits' and the real-life Boy Scout story 'Kicked Out of the Webelos'.