Butthole Surfers

The Buttholes' major label debut is far from polished or singles-obsessed. In fact, it might even be more of a racket than some of their indie releases. High-powered garage rock, psychosis, scatological humor and take the centerstage as the band try to make the most juvenile rock imaginable, and just may have succeeded on the vomit-inspired "Clean It Up.

Is nothing sacred? this alternative thing has definitely spun out of control when the
Butthole Surfers – America's worst underground-rock nightmare, a band that began
terrorizing jaded scenesters when Alice was in training Chains and that still has problems
getting its name printed in family newspapers – release an album on a reputable major
label. With forty-six-year-old former Zeppelin bassist John Paul Jones adding littl... More >

With closet M.B.A. Gibby Haynes t.c.b., their freak show has always had more P.T. Barnum than Salvador Dali in it, and more Salvador Dali than Swamp Dogg. All John Paul Jones does is improve their entertainment value. Channeling horrible noise into runaway power riffs, they maintain a style of momentum reminiscent of Gibby's sometime collaborators in Ministry--messier, which is their calling card, but not that much messier. With nuttier jokes, too. A fun-loving guy, Gibby. (Grade - A-)