Kasabian - 'Vlad The Impaler'
Ah, I hear the rumble of fuzzbass, I sense a wah wah on the horizon. There are echoed thumps and breezeblock beats, and a shouting man with two voices is howling gobbledygook from the top of a photogenic rock in a desert location, while a girl with a beard plays a guitar which no-one can hear. It's Kasabian time again!
This not, as you may imagine, a song about a vampire antelope (impala, geddit?). It's one of those Kasabian songs where, for a chorus, Tom Meighan is invited to shout something cheesy, and then repeat it a few times. As is often the case, it's another order, translated into Classic Rockspeak, a demand that we all cool out, or get higher, or come on and feel a noise. In this case, we are all to stop what we're doing and "get loose", pronto.
(There is a video, with Noel Fielding in. He's bloke called Vlad and he impales people. Literally.)
In a way, it doesn't matter what the cheesy thing is. Even if the verses were about the actual Vlad III, Prince of Wallachia, the Law Of Kasabian would insist that the lyrics don't so much tell his gruesome story as explore the feelings of superiority and specialness he may have had, feelings which might be similar to those of, say, a proper rock star in 2010. And then express them using the medium of cool words.
I mean it's very likely that at some point Prince Vlad will have described himself - and entourage - as being "the last beatniks", or "the lost heretics", isn't it? So in a way what Serge has done is very clever, getting into the head of a despotic, violent leader, and then imagining what it would be like if he was a rock star in the band Kasabian, and actually called Tom.
It's a trick he can probably do with any historical figure you'd care to name. Gandhi? He'd be quite a political rock star, like a John Lennon figure. His shouted catchphrase would be "freak it all out", and he would also describe himself as "a monk in the shadows, a peace ninja".
Joan Of Arc? More of a Courtney Love type. She'd be represented in one of those wordless chants the 'Sabes do so well, as well as a few lines about "x-ray spray" and "snake-skin love armour".
Best of all, by imagining that all these cool people think like him, talk like him, and basically ARE him, Serge has saved himself a TON of tedious book-based research, innee?