The Hoodoo Gurus proclaim, “Ever since the World Began… Ooh
Wee,” and honestly, those melodies still whisk me off to some alternate
dimension where everything sounds faintly of jangly guitars. But every now and
then, I’m forced to revisit one of My life’s great unsolved mysteries: I once had
a promo copy of that 12" single. Had. Past tense. Gone. Vanished.
Houdini’d. And not just that one—apparently all my Hoodoo Gurus 12"
singles decided to form a tiny vinyl commune somewhere far, far away from me.
Why do I keep revisiting this mystery? Because apparently, I
enjoy emotional papercuts. Maybe I should focus on the bright side: my R.E.M.,
XTC, Replacements, Hüsker Dü, Bob Mould, and The Church 12" singles are
still here, clinging to me like loyal pets who haven’t yet figured out they
could do better.
The Gurus were absolute darlings of U.S. college
radio—rightfully so. They should’ve broken into the mainstream too, but let’s
face it: mainstream tastebuds often prefer their music like their mashed
potatoes—bland, beige, and aggressively unseasoned. The Gurus deserve better.
They’re criminally underrepresented on this blog, and I fully intend to keep
chipping away at that stone until it finally gives up and says, “Fine, fine,
write about them already.”
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