The Half Man Half Biscuit Lyrics Project

King Of Hi-Vis doffs the hat to the legions of chancers who seem to be able to get into any event, no matter how far in advance the tickets were sold out.

Evening Of Swing (Has Been Cancelled) envisages the Apocalypse beginning during Wimbledon. Or something. I think.

Bad Losers On Yahoo Chess is a fairly throwaway song in the context of CSI:Ambleside, but then again, the album is one of HMHB’s strongest sets ever. But it still makes you chuckle, and gets in a reference to a Zulu warrior, which is always an achievement.

Lord Hereford’s Knob is, quietly, one of the best songs on CSI:Ambleside. Of course, every HMHB album needs a track celebrating English (and indeed here, Welsh) geography, and this one is one of my favourites ever. Plus it namechecks some old HMHB songs! In case you didn’t know, Lord Hereford’s Knob - AKA Twmpa - is a peak in the Brecon Beacons.

Little In The Way Of Sunshine describes one of the more odd characters in the HMHB world. A strange song, to be sure.

Took Problem Chimp To Ideal Home Show is just plain odd (yes, I hear you think from a distance, like the other songs aren’t?) and I’m not even going to attempt to explain what it’s all about, because I simply don’t know. I need help with a couple of lines too!

Ode To Joyce is rather sweet, unless there are some dark undertones which have gone over my head. And hey, why not “Joyce” indeed? What happened to them all?

Give Us Bubblewrap is a good thrash with a couple of wry moments. The manufacturers of Bubblewrap even have a website where you can play with the stuff, by the way.

Petty Sessions is just abject silliness to the tune of Hokey Cokey. But the chorus about Dial-A-Pizza is genius.

After listening through to CSI:Ambleside it was hard to know where to start, but hey, let’s go with the six-minute album closer National Shite Day. Remarkable. As has been commented elsewhere, this is close in spirit to A Country Practice: lots of things not to like, some dark undertones and a rather catchy choon. Oh god, is there really a Primark FM?