"A band without talent can easily entertain fools with a stupid puppet show."
That's how Green Jelly present themselves in their debut album, and there's no better phrase to represent them.
A talentless bunch that traversed the nineties bringing along a caravan of exaggerated papier-mâché characters, numerous giant phalluses, and a lot of noise made of heavy metal, trash, and alternative rock.
So exaggerated and vulgar that they end up being as likable as or perhaps more than their epigones Gwar, and capable of even producing a successful single with a sacrilegious stop-motion video like "Three Little Pigs," which was heavily rotated even in our regions at the time.
Capable of quoting, covering, and even plagiarizing Sex Pistols, Metallica, Motorhead, Ministry and Danzig (sometimes within the same track), they deliver their best shots here in the already mentioned single, as well as in the "hype" "Electric Harley House (Of Love)" (with an entire solo of "Enter Sandman" incorporated) and in the bewildering "Trippin' On XTC," a sort of funky-rap acid experiment (something the Red Hot Chili Peppers would be ashamed to release) with a dark and stentorian break that sounds like hearing good old Uncle Danzig say "yes Jesus Christ... yes, it's cute."
And if all this theater isn't enough for some of you, you can always take refuge in the ninth track, "House Me Teenage Rave," and enjoy a fellatio/orgy/sadomasochistic torture that honestly leads to a part of the album that's easily forgettable.