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Alternative Tentacles

Sigh. Have you ever been around a person who, otherwise pleasant enough, hears a joke they believe to be funny just due to its sheer repulsiveness? You’re not shocked by it, but they tell the damn thing over and over until you want to wring their neck? That’s the feeling I get after this album.

It’s like these guys can’t get through three lines of lyric without using “motherfucker,” “shit,” or some other word that they figure might piss off somebody’s mom. The songs are just so tiresome – ooh, look, they drink a lot and take drugs, they puke and shit and pee, and hate cops (two songs about that one!) and are workin’ for the revolution! Wow, how fucking cool is that man? This is what Electric Frankenstein would sound like, if they listened to some Weezer. And really sucked. Best song on the album • “Big Green Teeth.” And no, I don’t know what it’s about either, despite the lyrics being on the cover. A lot of this music is actually decent, but every time the singer comes on with those inane lyrics• ugh.

The fact that the once-great Alternative Tentacles is putting out this crap makes me think that East Bay Ray may be on to something. And that can’t be a good thing.

Alternative Tentacles Records, PO Box 419092, San Francisco, CA 94141-9062; http://www.alternativetentacles.com • Fleshies, PO Box 3026, Oakland, CA 94609; http://www.fleshies.com


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