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Rating: Tall, sculpted physique, sunny Californians, blond. Teeth that sparkle like foil under the midday sun, pure and blissful Americans swaying between the waves of the Pacific. These are the Surfers, the well-off America enjoying the sweet economic boom of the early '80s. Now let's play a game together, let's add just one little word: Butthole. Butt surfers is what we get: the most irreverent, unbridled, and creative spirit of the entire '80s. The band in question was a tangle of musical serpents, the Hardcore of the first era (Dead Kennedy's, Germs), the psychedelia of the '60s (13th Floor Elevators, Red Crayola), and the vocal constrictions of Beefheart converged in the works of the Texan quintet like three famished concubines. Besides the excellent tribalisms set up by the double drums of King Coffee and Teresa Taylor and the precise and carrying bass of Jeff, what quakes is the presence of Paul Leary on guitar, the noise equivalent of Hendrix for rock.
A very personal style, dirty, hypnotic, confused, inspired, and bloody. To finally season this special quintet comes Gibby Haines, a young man of almost two meters who can boast of being among the most erotomanic icons of modern rock, a distillate of madness, perversion, and unparalleled personality. The album starts with the hardcore noise of "The Shah Sleeps In Lee Harvey's Grave," a source of sacred inspiration for Japanese bands like Boredoms and Melt Banana, then moves to the exquisitely Doors-like arpeggio of "Hey" and Leary's Mayo Thompson-style evolutions, follows the heroin-like "Something" with Haynes screaming as if just escaped from the asylum "She told me something when I kicked her in the teeth she was out the door, I'm sure she'll come back for more, I ate rice and cheese today." Hehehe every father would dream of such a caring boy for his daughter. "Bar-B-Q Pope" again revolves around the hardcore-noise-beefheart axis and this alchemy also contaminates "The Revenge Of Anus Presley." "Whichita Cathedral" sees Jeff and Haines engaged in a (yes, you read that right) furious blues dense with cacophonies, "Suicide" is a breath of simple and original hardcore air.
The subsequent live show offers almost all the pieces of the irreverent Texans present on the Butthole Surfers Ep, where Haines displays his inimitable ability as a frontman with vocal off-tunes enviable by the last pub singer on the globe. But they were beautiful like that, with this B-movie charm and anti-chart music. Dadaist art, no-sense, hardcore, all blended together to generate one of the most vitamin-packed, innovative, and pure cocktails of the time. Go get them!!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 The Shah Sleeps in Lee Harvey's Grave (02:09)
There's a time to fuck and a time to crave,
But the Shah sleeps in Lee Harvey's Grave!
There's a time to shit and a time for God,
The last shit that I took was pretty fuckin' odd!
There's a time for drugs and a time to be sane,
Jimi Hendrix makes love to Marilyn's remains!
There's a time to live and a time to die,
I smoke Elvis Presley's toenails when I wanna get high!
There's a time to fuck and a time to crave,
But the Shah sleeps in Lee Harvey's Grave!
Yeah, I am the ultimate God!
Don't even think of looking with your naked eye, motherfucker.
SHUT UP!
02 Hey (02:06)
Well, I don't know,
and you can't say.
And even if you could,
you wouldn't anyway
Let's go to hell
Hey...Hey.....
Now I'm in love,
not with he or she
it's burning hate
why don't they see?
Get your hands off me
Hey...Hey.....
I'm burning now,
like a falling dove (love?)
I'm not fit to fall in love.
LOVE?
Hey...Hey.....
A broken dream is but a swinging arc
A lover's kiss then I am gone.
03 Something (04:37)
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me last night
I saw the sun rise and come over my daddy's grave
And I ate some cheese and rice today
She's been talkin' behind my back
This time she is gonna bleed
When I kick her in the teeth she goes out the door
I just know she'll be back for more
06 Suicide (01:24)
I got a stiff upper lip beause I'm half-dead!
The walls of my life are crumbling around me!
I'm running and I can't hide
And I just might try suicide!
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07 The Revenge of Anus Presley (02:25)
Your pain makes me hungry! I'm hungry for pain! Your death is mine motherfucker! Don't even try to escape! Because you're mine! You are all mine! You're all in my thoughts! I will peel you like a potato! I will take out your brains and throw them to my dogs! Oh shit, you're gonna die! I'm gonna peel off your toenails like they were... cupcakes! Like they were... twinkies! You're dead, motherfucker! My life is nothing but to kill you! Revenge is Mine! My words make you wanna scream like a dead dog dying from anger-- and pain-- of a dead dog! Uhhhhhh... We're gonna kick some ass tonite, motherfucker! Life! Life is mine! I take you with me! I take you, I crumble you up, I wad you into a little ball! ??? picks it's teeth with your head! And still ??? ! Life! Life is mine! Yup! Revenge is mine! My war jacks off when it sees your revenge! My war is not alone! It's the only war! Anytime you get your ass down here, kick my ass, no problem! My life is better! Don't fuck with me whatsoever! Yup! Revenge is mine! I take it and I leave it! But this one, motherfucker, is mine! And you're gettin' it! You're the one that's gonna pay this time, buddy! No prob!
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