Bloodhound Gang
Hefty Fine

THE REVIEW

The figure of the knight is the one that best represents the Middle Ages: strong, brave, and invincible. However, I prefer another icon from the past: the jester.

Risking his life just to make others laugh; probably if the Bloodhound Gang had lived in the Middle Ages, it wouldn’t have been them to die, but rather those who watched and listened to them. How can one resist the irresistible humor of 5 musicians who are, first and foremost, entertainers of a ludicrous level?

Until 2000, the quintet from Pennsylvania was almost exclusively humor, scandal, and machismo. It seems they wanted to repeat themselves in 2005. The idea was to release "Hefty Flow," but after issues with naming, they changed the title to "Hefty Fine." Perhaps this choice led the band toward slightly different musical paths.

This album is a step forward and a step back compared to the previous "Hooray for Boobies" (for those unfamiliar, the one with "The Bad Touch”). The step back is represented by the lack of a true antagonist to the well-known "The Bad Touch," but in terms of maturity, there has been some change.
Overlooking (or trying to overlook) the ludicrous "F. U. C. K" and "Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss" and some surprises halfway through the album like the very sad "Diarrhea Runs In Family," 20 seconds of anal performance by some idiot from the band grappling with colitis attacks, the remaining material is slightly more serious.

"I’m The Least You Could Do" is an invitation to a more attentive listening, with a slightly polemic text always tempered by the pronounced sense of humor of songwriter Jimmy Pop. Not to belittle the beauty of "Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss," very catchy, it is one of the best electronic-rapcore tracks of 2006, nor the fluidity (in every sense) of "F. U. C. K. " where the punk-rock thrust of Lüpus Thünder is evident, but it makes a lot of sense to hear something really serious and hence "Something Diabolical" sounds really like a sensible evolution, also marked by the pessimistic presence owl-style of Ville Valo and an electronic base that probably made DJ Q-Ball cringe, but it really seems serious, a term not well-known to the band.

But if you are fond of the Bloodhound Gang/stupidity combination, do not worry, because the following "Pennsylvania" and the already mentioned "Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss" will bring the group of fools back to Earth.

In conclusion, I say that "Hefty Fine" is still a mix of "explicit lyrics" and double entendres, but it flows well, certainly feels a bit forced, yet it’s an excellent background work, in short, there won’t be the effect "Balls Out," like the title of the second piece of the album.

We await the next, stupid and ludicrous work of the jesters of the third millennium.