Once in every generation, there comes along a thing of such astounding awfulness that you almost find yourself applauding the brazenness of said awfulness.

I thought that our generation had had its moment. I thought that the resurrection of the bad boy bands of the 90s was to be our awfulness. It would seem that I was wrong.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: Paddys Revenge.

It has it all. It has a dodgy man in a green suit pretending to dance. It has an actual pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. It has fit wimen dancing, albeit the dressed as floozies from New Orleans and square dancing like they do at all the best line dances. It has a dodgy techno beat.

In short, it’s fucking awful. But completely brazen about it, and almost endearing for that brazenness.

Almost, I said.