Every now and then, I will find a REALLY terrible, shitty song. Enter The Millionaires. If you mix 90s entitlement issues with presumably rich kids with no real problems and then add a dash of drugs and alcohol, you get The Millionaires.
Their sound is like hitting a feedbacking speaker playing 80s synth with a baseball bat. The worst part about this vapid, useless people is they performed one song that was REALLY catchy while being utterly inane.
“Alcohol” is about partying. There’s no soliloquy on the downtrodden worker or making a backhanded praise of alcohol to show the damage it does to the alcoholic. No, this song is JUST about partying by some pretentious girls who think they are really attractive.
For partying and being stupid, it works really well. The line “Friday Night, It’s time to Party” opens the song as if it was meant to be nailed to your spine, always ready to be tapped into when you least desire it. When someone would exclaim “Friday Night!” without hesitation, I would parrot back “It’s time to party.” Realizing I have been infected, I would retreat to a Tibetan cave until I lose the concept of speech for my transgression against humanity for proliferating this virus.
As if a common phrase like “Friday Night” isn’t ruined, the party anthem “Let’s get fucked up” is also ruined for double points.
If you hate yourself, listen to it. It’s pretty humorous.
Embedded with lower quality but the Falkner-esque lyrics: