Unhappy Day hate their parents. Unhappy Day hate the government. Unhappy Day hate the music industry. In fact, Unhappy Day hate music, including their own. Unhappy Day are an emo band, but they hate being called that. And they hate you for calling them emo. And even if you dont call them emo, they hate you anyway.
Unhappy Day is a 21st century Spinal Tap, a myspace generation mockumentary following four emotionally challenged, perma-whining dimwits on their bitter, sneer-filled trawl through a hugely successful and ludicrously well-paid career in alternative rock music. They despise their own gargantuan royalty cheques (Y'see this? This little piece of paper is a shackle around my neck, dragging me down into the sordid scumpits of hell and Im gonna BURN IT. When? Um, later). In the first episode, they face the dilemma of discovering that their guitar player actually likes the music they make, is secretly drawing happy faces on fans records during store signings and that the anger therapist he brings out on tour is actually his dad, whos never abused him and with whom he often goes fishing. The dreaded words "Guys, I've got a confession to make: I'm happy in this band" almost tear the band apart.
Featuring Brix Smith (of Mancunian legends The Fall) as Unhappy Days outrageous motormouth manager who, with her prize pug in tow, makes Sharon Osbourne look like an Osmond on angel dust, and a voiceover by Placebo's Brian Molko, Unhappy Day is a loosely scripted parody of todays most virulent musical revolution including original songs laser-guided for the pop charts. Imagine Curb Your Enthusiasm crossed with The Monkees, smothered in bad tattoos and trying to divorce its parents. Unhappy Day are gonna hate the fact that theyre loved.
