phew, and i thought crankpunk was no respecter of reputations, an irreverent take on the world of cycling.
then i came across these guys, the Jens Voigt Army folks. JVA takes irreverence out the back door, kicks it black and blue around the alleyway for half an hour, then tips it all befuddled into the dumpster, and then takes a proper long ass old leak on it.
the attention to detail, the loving, almost slavish mockery, the sheer dedication to out-brand the brand – well – ouch!
in a good and very funny way and even dare i say deserving way, but, all the same – ouch!
‘too Liggett to quit.’
that will keep me going on my 4 hour slog today…
crank on, JVA grunts, crank on…
crankpunk ain’t never gonna wear no freakin’ wire, man, but i will come clean and spill the beans just about any day of the week. i’m a street fightin man in the mould of Mick Jagger – i’ll holler and shout for the rev-o-lution baby, heck i might even pout from time to time, and i can camp it up with the best of them, but it’s all little more than bluff and bluster - put the squeeze on crankpunk and you’ll hear me squealin’ all the way to Guadeloupe.
so, the confession must be made before the review begins:
uh. it’s brilliant.
thanks for reading.
oh you want more? well i guess i could try, but the conclusion will be the same…