Once you’ve listened to Colonel Sanders’ Tijuana Picnic, you’ll have a mysterious craving for it every other week.
Based on the sound of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, this is fusion of fast food, Colonel Sanders’ questionable taste in beard styles, and a Dadaist aesthetic that is truly penguin. When I first saw this cover I was mesmerized by the tableau. A white Anglo-Saxon family has been kidnapped by Colonel Sanders and forced to eat his trademark fried chicken. (In Mexico, the addictive element of the eleven herbs and spices is a generous helping of mescaline.)
Once the psychedelics kick in, the “Colonel” will unleash the slightly mistimed trumpets, which will play “A Taste Of Honey“, “Tijuana Taxi” and “Our Day Will Come.”
When the Anglo-Saxons are thoroughly disoriented and freaked out, then the fingerlickin’ begins!