There are times when I wonder if I have offended God in some way. That has to be the reason why I was forced to listen to “Gay Like Me” by Chick Boyd. In fact, now that I think about it, Chick Boyd might be my nemesis and he was put on this earth to make me wish that I did not have ears.
His style? Well, style is being somewhat generous but let’s go with rock meets disco infused with strained vocals and juvenile lyrics and produced by a delusional drum machine. It is fair to say that this album does not represent the most juvenile lyrics that he has ever written but, then again, he was never going to be in the list of great lyricists of our time. Never ever. So, what does Chick Boyd write about? Songs titles like “Glory Hole”, “Vaseline” and “Beat Off On Me” might give you a clue.
The thing is that Chick Boyd isn’t completely devoid of musical talent so his almost nihilistic desire to shock instead of developing his abilities makes little sense and I can’t even hazard a guess as to who his target audience might be.
If you feel the need to visit his website then do so at your own risk. I won’t be making that mistake again. As for putting a picture of the greatest singer ever – Frank Sinatra – on the cover, I will pretend, without any reason for assuming so, that Chick Boyd does actually appreciate irony.