I used to check out this paper called The Trading Post every fortnight to see if anyone was selling old records, guitars, or anything musical. One time, around 77, I bought a bunch of sixties singles, about 200, for 50 dollars. There was a bunch of Troggs 45s in there and they just knocked me out. This was right at the time I was starting to play in bands and write my own stuff. The Troggs records were a great blueprint to base my writing on. Before The Troggs, I was trying to copy Dylan or Leonard Cohen. If punk got me all revved up on fast rock the Troggs gave me something to emulate. And of course, we even covered their songs in The Fiction.
A few years later Little Murders were supporting The Troggs at The Venue in St. Kilda and I got to meet them. Couldn't understand a word that Reg Presley was saying because his accent was so strong. But I told him how much I admired his records and got out of the dressing room dead quick. My mate kept calling him Elvis. We retired to the back bar and went on to get slightly inebriated while The Troggs bashed out their hits. And they did Wild Thing twice.
I love this track. I love the scream at the beginning where he goes Oh No. The pounding drums. The loud but simple electric guitar sound. And those great backing vocals. Ba Ba Baba Ba ba Ba Baba,
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