As we probably used to mention ages ago when this feature was just a small child struggling to find its feet, we like to cover all sorts of music.

Most of the time it will be quite accessible, but then we may crank it up a notch to leave you with a horrible taste in your mouth. You know, like when slurping down some two month old milk complete with that yummy lumpy flavouring.

After the last few weeks of giving you nice and pleasant stuff to download and share it’s about time to offer something that will hopefully make you laugh. Or if you’re Mary Whitehouse, send us verbal abuse for us to ignore.

Kunt And The Gang offer an alternative view of love songs. Well that’s what we think anyway. Whatever the case, they still amuse us.

Unless you’re a bit slow, you’ve probably not realised that any band with the word Kunt (that’s ‘kunt’ with a k) isn’t going to be in the best of taste. For any train spotters out there, it’s also hecklerspray’s second band in recent times who have the word ‘cunt’ in the name. So are we just being annoying and writing about stuff that will confuse most of you? It would appear not.

Listen to a song on mainstream TV or radio and you’re not going to be listening to anything with any sort of humour attached to it. All we get are blokes sounding like they’ve been kicked in the knackers before belting out shite ballad after shite ballad. Why can’t we have some fun?

Our previous discoveries in the humour department have led us to Cassetteboy – the only slight difference between the two is that Kunt And The Gang don’t seem to piss over copyright laws as much. We say “as much”, because we aren’t sure that Carol Vorderman would approve of herself being the centre of a brilliantly crafted song all about various sexual acts.

The music of Kunt And The Gang isn’t to be taken seriously at all. When looking at reviews for some of their records, such as – I Have A Little Wank And I Have A Little Cry and One Last Wank And One Last Cry it appears that the reviewers have got the wrong end of the stick. Amazingly enough, this is meant to be funny and to get people to laugh.

Ignore all the swearing and have a laugh – seriously, if you don’t smile during songs such as Fucksticks you don’t deserve to have a sense of humour. Hell, the people behind this project work so quick that there’s even a tribute song to Barry George on there (remember – he was stalking other women at the time and not Jill Dando).

If anyone can tell us the inspiration for the band name, leave it in the comment box and we’ll send you a whole packet of Space Raiders. Or failing that, some used pens. You can decide.

For more:

Kunt and the Gang