by Sam Sinister
The lyrics are hilarious slabs of satire and over-the-top
bravado, referencing everything from Star Wars, junk food, drug
addicts, unicorns, cowboys, Youngstown, video games, girls, and
monster trucks, all while showcasing the sonic monstrosity that is
Greasy Steve Dixon's guitar work, which sounds something like a
Frankenstein's monster pieced together from parts of Dick Dale,
Poison Ivy Rorschach, and Greg Ginn. Singer Texas Pete Wildman croons
and hiccups in a style that's equal parts punk and roots.
The entire
thing was recorded live by Tommy Horror in a warehouse, in one
take—so it's obviously raw. Surprisingly, though, it's an extremely
professional-sounding recording of a band that's obviously tight and
well-rehearsed.
A for effort, or is it E for effort? E for Everyone.
A for Awesome. Whatever. As far as replay value, it's only left my CD
player twice—briefly, mind you—in the week I've had it. Can't
wait for the next one. Bring it!
