But it’s certainly anthemic.
His tortured, incoherent slurring of the lyrics — almost drowned out by the over-loud backing — made Louie, Louie virtually impossible to understand. It certainly baffled the FBI, which conducted an investigation into whether the song contained secret obscene messages. Their 455-page report concluded that it would be “unintelligible at any speed”.
Ely blamed his indistinct vocals on the microphone suspended from the ceiling, forcing him to crane on tiptoe, tilt his head back and shout up at it. Matters were not helped by the fact that he had just been fitted with dental braces.
Even if there’s just that one moment of such glory in a life, well, that’ll do, eh?