There’s something familiar about this song… oh yes.  It’s a badly translated and poorly arranged version of the Kings of Leon, Sex is on Fire. 

Apres Ski music in Austria is something else.  It comprises of a thumping, oompa-oompa beat (excellent for stomping your ski-boots to), lyrics more basic than your average nursery rhyme and usually with corresponding ‘dance moves’.

It’s like going back in time to a Year 6 Disco, but where all the kids are so high on blue Smarties they can no longer co-ordinate the moves to ‘Saturday Night’. But that’s just it.  It is a kids disco for grown-ups with the added bonus of alcohol and a seemingly lawless attitude towards what is deemed ‘appropriate’ behaviour.

Everyone is on holiday and no one gives a fuck.  The result is complete regression and a total immersion.  Just as a kid would be focused on nailing that clap and turn manoeuvre in the Macarena, these fully fledged adults are totally at one with Schatzi Schenk mir ein Photo, and I’ll be damned if I’m getting in their way.