‘Turn me on dead man. Turn me on dead man’…

Nothing quite says that you’re as mad as a bag of frogs with party hats on like hearing a coded message in a songs does. Like some strange, Truman Show-esque fantasy land, we know of course that the world of pop music has been an asylum for the unhinged. Good morning, Mr Manson and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.