One of my guiltiest of guilty pleasures is a band called THE SHAGGS, three young girls who, back in the late sixties, we're dragged into a recording studio by their Dad about three weeks after they started playing their intruments. The resultant "album", which proud Poppa actually pressed to sell at shows, is a nightmarish and yet oddly compelling clatter of atonal singing, arythemic drumming and non-sequitur guitar strumming.
Well, the spirit of The Shaggs lives on. As the blurb at i-film says, it probably isn't right to laugh at High School students (or Junior High, it's hard to tell) as they give their all during what looks like a talent show... but this really IS the worst cover of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" that you're ever gonna hear/see.
http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2753057
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