Crate diving in the West Village is the perfect way to spend a slacker afternoon. Every once in a while, you find the rare record that makes all the effort worthwhile. And comedy relief on the way to the promised land is kindly provided by musical awfulness on a biblical scale, with cover art to match. Case in point, this fine late 80’s offering from Joe Franz: Bronx Vice.
To be fair, I haven’t actually heard the record. Still, Joe’s recasting of Miami with the Bronx, palm trees and neon with dilapidated buildings, and pastels and loafers with a black trenchcoat and army boots is too classic to turn down. At least he got the sportscar right. Oh, and note the street name. Hurts, don’t it?
Catching a few reruns of Miami Vice on Sleuth, it’s clear the epicenter of 80’s hipness hasn’t aged particularly well, either. So I suppose we can forgive Franz’s foray into blase mainstream pandering so long as he someday treats us to a similarly righteous comeback.