Wikipedia has this to say about the Pythons …
Broadcast by the BBC between 1969 and 1974, Monty Python's Flying Circus was conceived, written and performed by its members Graham Chapman, John Cleese, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, Terry Jones, and Michael Palin. Loosely structured as a sketch show, but with an innovative stream-of-consciousness approach aided by Gilliam's animation, it pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable in style and content.
Vinyl Connection has this to say …
Discovered by the writer at the tender age of eighteen, fresh from High School and totally overwhelmed by university, Monty Python provided a brain twist, a challenge, an awakening and a refuge.
At home, I remember sitting with my parents in front of the TV, waiting for the moment when the magic word, “It’s…” would drop onto the faded carpet with a husky crash. My mother would plead tiredness and head for bed. My father was made of sterner stuff and would hang around for at least part of the episode. But for someone who thought The Two Ronnies the height of British Comedy (note capitals) and was not averse to a bit of Benny Hill, it was a stretch. One could say, perhaps, a sketch too far.
In the record library of the university Student Union building (soon to be demolished to make way for modern accommodation for rich overseas students, I am told) you could tell which headphone-wearing slackers were tuned to the Python record by the chuckles popping into the silence like exploding shrubs in How Not To Be Seen.
I loved the records and snapped up a boxed set of Python LPs many years ago when you could still buy vinyl without needing to auction your firstborn.
Last night, Ms Connection being out, I listened to the first album with the boy, trying not to laugh just ahead of the punchline because that is supremely annoying. Mostly I succeeded.
Some of the ‘style and content’ still pushes the boundaries, and certainly not all the content connected to a millennial teen. But the highlights—and there are many on this debut—are timeless.
Doctor: Mr. Bertenshaw? Mr. B: Me, Doctor. Doctor: No, me doctor, you Mr. Bertenshaw. Mr. B: My wife, doctor... Doctor: No, your wife patient. Sister: Come with me, please. Mr. B: Me, Sister? Doctor: No, she Sister, me doctor, you Mr. Bertenshaw. Nurse: Dr. Walters? Doctor: Me, nurse...You Mr. Bertenshaw, she Sister, you doctor. Sister: No, doctor. Doctor: No Doctor? Call ambulance, keep warm.
The boy learned the Pet Shop sketch last year for a drama project and joined in. Me? I was hooked in the first 90 seconds all those years ago.
Tourist: I say, those ARE sheep aren't they? Shepherd: Yeh. Tourist: Yes yes, I thought so. Only, why are they up in the trees? Shepherd: A fair question and one that in recent weeks 'as been much on my mind. It's my considered opinion that they're nestin'. Tourist: Nesting? Shepherd: Aye. Tourist: Like birds? Shepherd: Exactly. It's my belief that these sheep are labourin' under the misapprehension that they're birds. Observe their behaviour. Take for a start the sheeps' tendency to 'op about the field on their back legs. Now witness their attempts to fly from tree to tree. Notice that they do not so much fly… as plummet. (Baaa baaa... flap flap... thud.)
Happy fiftieth birthday to The Worst Of Monty Python’s Flying Circus. Grab a Stormy Petrel on a stick, sit back and enjoy.
Monty Python’s Flying Circus — The Worst of Monty Python’s Flying Circus BBC Records, 1970