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The Journal of Literary Satire | Hastily Written & Slopilly Edited
Thursday, May 4, 2006

Doot Doot ... Doody!

“Doot Doot” by Freur from the album Doot Doot
Third Week in April, 1983

Sophomoric headlines aside, Freur is really a difficult band to get behind. The opening music is enouraging and the little “Doot, Doot” is kind of fun and gets you ready to rock. Not Rock per se but rock in that goofy but feel-good “God Gave Rock N Roll to Us” kind of way at the end Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey. Unfortunately for Freur, however, at about the height of the song’s promise, the front man starts singing and the lead guitarist starts feeling himself and all musical hell breaks loose (in a bad way). That, my friends, is when the realization sets in.

This song sucks hard…. see for yourself.

Best Part: When I was seven years old and this song didn’t exist yet but I got to have a birthday party at McDonald’s.