The legend of Kevin Bloody Wilson was born a long way from anywhere, in a West Australian mining town called Kalgoorlie. It all started innocently enough - just a guy with too much time on his hands changing the words to other people’s songs, and writing a few of his own, purely for the fun of it. Kev was an electrician for a while, a music teacher for a while, and he even sold whitegoods for a while. But the whole time Kev was doing these jobs he’d find himself walking around humming whatever melody was in his head at that moment. If that melody didn’t already go with some very wrong lyrics, Kev would simply go ahead and invent some. (How else would Rennae and Renata’s “Save your love my darling, save your love” become “Shave your muff my darling, shave your muff”?)
