Andrew Bolt Says The Drones’ New Single Proves He’s “Offending The Right People”

News Corp Australia columnist, political commentator and right-wing buzz-kill figurehead Andrew Bolt says that being personally called out on the latest single from Perth rockers The Drones is proof that he’s “offending exactly the right kind of people”.

In a blog post on The Daily Telegraph, Bolt has shared The Drones’ latest track Taman Shud, in which the group’s frontman Gareth Liddiard sings the line, “I don’t care about no Andrew Bolt.”

Clearly offended by this lack of interest, Bolt took to his blog to comment on The Drones’ brash new tune, and made it clear that he has a few problems with it. He’s easily offended, you see.

“From defenders of lying to the foul-mouthed The Drones, stamping on the ashes of the West’s musical traditions,” Bolt says. “Critics like these make me feel I’m offending exactly the right kind of people.”

First of all, we would love to know what Bolt’s conception of “the West’s musical traditions” are. Secondly, The Drones (like most sane people) probably don’t give a shit about anything that ever comes out of Bolt’s mouth.

Taman Shud doesn’t just take aim at Bolt’s ridiculousness, though. The track also sees Liddiard sing about a contempt for right-wingers, left-wingers, Masterchef, tribal tattoos and the carbon tax, all while also dropping the c-bomb.

The song’s title is inspired by an unsolved 1948 case of an unidentified man who turned up dead on Somerton Beach in South Australia — a case which was named after the phrase “tamám shud”, meaning “ended” or “finished” in Persian, which was printed on a scrap of paper found in the man’s trousers.

Here’s how The Drones explain the song’s relation to Mr Shud’s death:

“67 years later right-wingers rule the world uncontested because left-wingers earlier outlawed everybody’s right to call out people being assholes on the grounds that assholes also have the right to believe in the possibility of a leftist utopia in which nothing straight forward can ever be said.

“Taman Shud is the result of that delusion and proof to the contrary.”

Taman Shud is the first single from The Drones’ highly-anticipated seventh studio album, which is without an official title or release date. The album will be the follow-up to 2013’s stellar I See Seaweed.

Catch Taman Shud in full alongside its lyrics below, and if you run into Andrew Bolt, tell him to chill out.

Watch: The Drones – Taman Shud

The Drones – Taman Shud Lyrics

thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud
who ditched that fox-gloved snitch?
loaded him with poison like a puffer fish
why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?
why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?
thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud
he’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn

i don’t give a fuck about no Anzacery
i don’t care you got it interest free
i ain’t gonna fret about Lest We Forget
fuck the Murdoch press
i don’t get hung up on any carbon tax
or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath
i ain’t really there with any class warfare
the only thing i care about’s the

thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud
he’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
for all of the probing into whether he exists
the question’s still as open like a radar dish
late 1948
is sending a transmission but its inchoate

don’t hate me for not caring ’bout you losing your job
i think you’re gonna suit being a welfare slob
i don’t give a toss about no southern cross
or the gulag union jack
i don’t give a fuck if you can’t stop the boats
i ain’t at a loss if Simpson’s donkey votes
i don’t care about no Andrew Bolt
or even Harold Holt

it’s clear as
mud mud my taman shud
everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud
thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud
why did anybody feel the need to lie
‘less that’s Warsaw on the seashore
on the day he died?
don’t nobody wonder where he’s been?
no tags no wallet
and his brains dry-cleaned

i don’t give a fuck about fuck off we’re full
i ain’t gonna send my kids to private school
i ain’t gonna grieve about no BHP
no silver spoons or mining booms
i don’t give a fuck about your brick and tile
i don’t really care if you’re a paedophile
i don’t care about no Master Chef
it’s as appetising as a whistle blower’s doom
or any French cartoon
nothing like a prune to make the death cults bloom
why you think the whole world’s gotta be like you?
fuck western supremacy
i ain’t sitting around being gallipolized
one man’s BBQ’s another’s hunger strike
why’d i give a rat’s about your tribal tatts?
you came here in a boat you fucking cunt

my taman shud
everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud
thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud

Gallery: The Drones @ Sydney Opera House, 24.05.15 / Photos: Prudence Upton