The splendidly monikered Butthole Surfers are nowhere near as well known as they should be. This is a crying shame. At their best they’re the finest band in the world, Gibby Haynes is a genius and if there were any justice they’d be a household name. I absolutely love them.
This isn’t my favourite Butthole Surfers album- we shall come to that- but it’s near the top of my mental list and a delightful example of both how very weird and how very Texan they are- for some reason they sound more Texan here than usual- and a collection of killer songs which may be utterly bonkers but are also quite addictive, particularly “Goofy’s Concern”. The guitar sound, the production, the insanity- it’s all peak Butthole Surfers.
This is their major label debut and, bizarrely, produced by John Paul Jones and made with lots of hard work in the studio and righteous amounts of alcohol. It didn’t quite get them mainstream success but, well, these are the Butthole Surfers. The mainstream doesn’t deserve them.
No comments:
Post a Comment