Don't listen to the clip of this one Mum!

I've not seen the TV series. Or the film. Nor heard any other songs by Tenacious D, but I do have this song after someone recommended it to me in return for my suggesting 'Big Bottom' by Spinal Tap.

I think it's fair to say that my suggestion was the slightly tamer and more musically interesting of the two, but it's also a song that is a bit bland and liable to go unnoticed.The same can not be said of this little number.

I admire it's cheekiness, and although it's no Noel Coward ditty, I also love the way it's sung by Jack Black - it's as he really really means it, and that his insight is supposed to represent some level of profundity.

Obviously I can't comment on the sentiments as I'm far too much of a gentleman, but what I can comment on is how this song demonstrates a perculiar example of subversive AI that my ipod - and uniquely mine - seems to possess.

For, guaranteed, whenever I go to someone's house - or hook my ipod up to the speakers in my office - and put my ipod on shuffle, then this song is almost always one of the first to be played.

You see my ipod is clever. Very clever. Because this Tenancious D song is never the first out of the blocks, or even the second or third, in fact the 'machine' usually picks something musically credible at the start of any 'shuffle' mode, which is all part of its silicon based cunning. In fact, what this represents is nothing more than a ploy to lull me (and everyone else) into a sense of false musical security.

Typically what happens next is that I wander off to the kitchen/shops/bathroom and come back to find the last few chords of this song playing and total silence in the rest of the room. Reaction is usually a mixture of horror, or delight (usually at my state of embarassment, but occassionally at the naughtiness of the song,) and seldom anything in between.

And then to compound my situation the devil pod will then slams straight into some musically uncredible pop song from the 80s that only I know, and certainly only I love (with the exception perhaps of the 80s artists Mother/s) - thus compounding my social ignominy.

I usually find then it's best to get my coat, or at the very least put someone else in charge of the music.