And don’t say Offspring.
{Mods, please feel free to move this to Cafe Society if you see fit; I posted it here because it will probably garner anecdotes rather than serious recommendations - not that recommendations aren’t welcome…}
lowercase is two and a half, and grooves {mostly naked} down to T. Rex - his personal favourite, he insists on it being played in the car - David Bowie, The Velvet Underground, The Stooges, Iggy Pop, and Phillip Glass. {Yes, really} Oh, and Shriekback: one of their albums has some iguanas on the cover, and is only known as Iguana Songs. God, I’m proud of that boy.
His favourite song, however, is Yellow Submarine, which has to be played every morning ad infinitum {it’s on vinyl, which makes it more of a chore than it ought to be}, with alternate lyrics substituted: while bouncing up and down on the bed, it’s Yellow Trampoline.
There was a documentary on TV recently which showed a robot submarine, equipped with pincers, exploring the seabed and finding various unknown species of deep-sea crabs and shrimps. All crustaceans are known as “Mr Pinchy” {blame the Simpsons}, so the morning is now greeted with a naked toddler leaping up and down on me at 6am and bellowing “We all live in a pinchy submarine!” while laughing like a drain.