33.2 – Yeah, and You Thought You Knew Me?

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I don’t know either.

Woo, Friday night, party time! What’ll it be tonight then, an indie disco floorfiller? Some fat, throbbing beats for us to get down to? A bit of The Boss to sing along to while getting pickled?

No?

Something which features domestic violence?

Yes.

Whipping Boy. We Don’t Need Nobody Else is another song I turn to when alcohol influenced and in control of music, but usually not till the point where everyone is a bit too drunk, pals have passed out, pissed me off, or both, and I’m starting to hate everything a wee bit. This usually helps, although if anyone is ever still awake to hear me singing along they do look very surprised at one particular part of the song.
It’s tough, but beautiful.

Also contains a nice Bono diss.

Two versions, have fun, don’t hit anyone.
Whipping Boy – We Don’t Need Nobody Else
Whipping Boy – We Don’t Need Nobody Else (Acoustic)

Whipping Boy are Irish, released a couple of cracking albums in the 90s – pick of the bunch being Heartworm, where this song comes from – then vanished. They tried to resurface a few times, but never seemed to quite manage until a year or two ago. At the tail end of last year the band, with a mostly new line up built around singer Fearghal McKee released a new single, No One Takes Prisoners Anymore. It was ok.