Rockin’ Through the Decades: A Dive into Vazelina Bilopphøggers’ Ring Meg På Mobil
Alright, buckle up, because we’re takin’ a trip back to 1986—yep, the year when shoulder pads were still cool and mullets ruled supreme. Enter Ring Meg På Mobil by Norway’s very own Vazelina Bilopphøggers (try sayin’ that five times fast). This rockabilly gem, released via Opal Rekords, is like a time machine that zaps you straight into a smoky underground club where everyone’s dancin’, laughin’, and maybe even fightin’. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s got just enough grit to keep you hooked.
Now, let me break it down for ya. The title track, “Ring Meg På Mobil,” hits hard right outta the gate. I mean, who wouldn’t remember a song with lyrics so hilariously specific? Back in ’86, mobile phones were basically bricks you carried around to look fancy, so the idea of someone beggin’ for a call on one feels both absurd and oddly charming. The energy here is infectious—jangly guitars, thumpin’ basslines, and vocals that sound like they’ve been soaked in whiskey and gravel. Honestly, if this track doesn’t make you wanna grab a partner and swing dance across your living room, check your pulse. You might be dead.
Then there’s “Ring Meg På Mobil (Uten Sang - Med Saksofon),” which is essentially the same tune but swaps out the vocals for some serious sax action. And wow, does that saxophone ever steal the show. It’s smooth, sultry, and somehow makes the whole thing feel jazzy as heck. Like, imagine walking down a rainy street at night while wearing a leather jacket—you know, the kind of moment movies are made of. That sax solo? Pure cinematic gold.
What sticks with me about these tracks isn’t just their catchiness—it’s how unapologetically Norwegian they feel. There’s no attempt to mimic American or British rock trends; instead, Vazelina Bilopphøggers leans into their roots, makin’ something that’s uniquely theirs. Plus, can we talk about how bold it was to release an instrumental version of the same song on the same album? Bold move, guys. Bold move.
So yeah, Ring Meg På Mobil may not change your life or anything, but it sure as heck will put a grin on your face. Listening to it feels like hangin’ out with old friends who don’t take themselves too seriously. And hey, maybe that’s exactly what the world needs more of—a little less perfection, a little more fun.
Oh, and before I forget—does anyone else think ringin’ someone on a mobile in 1986 sounds like tryin’ to send a smoke signal from Mars? Just sayin’.
