The Weakerthans - plea from a cat named virtue (live)

When I hear a song is about a cat, I get a nauseous feeling, the same I get when I hear 'Christian rock'. It brings up images of bad teenage poetry written by people brimming with earnestness and disgusing it with a smug sense of artistic tragedy. (In univeristy, a professor of mine admitted in mid-lecture that he was working on an ode from a snake's perspective. The whooshing sound followed by crushing silence was all the respect we had for him being sucked out of the room).

This song validates the 'perspective from a cat' genre, especially with these lines:

'Ask the things you shouldn't miss/
Tape hiss and the modern man/
Cold War and card catalogues/
To come and join us if they can/
For girlie drinks and parlour games/
We'll pass around the easy lie/
Of absolutely no regrets/
And later maybe you could try/
To let your losses dangle off/
The sharp edge of a century/'

Definitely not bad teenage poetry. I got turned on to The Weakerthans from the CBC Radio 3 podcast and I've been listening to them a lot of late -- Our Retired Explorer, One Great City and Utilities are all must listen tos.