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Big Sexy Land
Live! You Goddamned Son Of A Bitch
Beers, Steers + Queers
Linger Ficken' Good... And Other Barnyard Oddities
Cocked And Loaded
Sex-O Olympic-O
The Revolting Cocks began as a bland little industrial dance side project of Ministry's Al Jourgensen, Front 242's Richard 23 and some guy named Luc Van Acker, but quickly turned into just another name for Ministry, what with pretty much EVERY member of Ministry also doubling as a member of "REVCO" as they cleverly called themselves in faithful reverence of America's Favorite Chain Pharmacy Drug Store. Speaking of which, yesterday I passed a store that had a sign in the window reading "Big Sale - Last Month!" I responded in my usual hilarious manner by shouting "Big sale! Last month! You missed it! It was great!" And all of New York City enjoyed a hearty laugh at the expense of the failed business owner.
Tinny clanging beats, catchy fake bass lines, sampled voices and instruments, distorted and mostly unintelligible vocals, occasional swirling echoes of noise, multilayered fake percussion - basically Ministry's Twitch with less aggression. At this point, the band only had three members and the recording is kind of dry and empty despite their valiant, brave, courageous efforts to fill it up with jackhammer drums and reverbed samples and stuff. We're very proud of our brave boys in blue for all the work they put into trying to create an industrial dance masterpiece while fighting the threat of venereal disease in North Vietnam, but when you get your ass right on down to it, it's just another industrial dance record. Every track starts rhythmically interesting and catchy (the bass, I mean - there's really no other melodies going on) and then drags on and on with only like two or three repeated samples to hold your overly tested attention. Plus, aside from the silly, colorful album cover and hilarious, uproarious, laugh-out-loud, jump-for-joy band name, there's no humor in the band yet. Just dancey high-pitched metal clanging. No! Not heavy metal! This sounds not a whit like early Uriah Heep! Nor, in fact, their later "Stealin' When I Shoulda Been Buyin'" power pop period! Goddammit, why does every sales clerk insist on placing the Revolting Cocks LPs in the Uriah Heep section???????
Hang on just a second, I can't concentrate on my writing right now as I'm busily singing a merry tune about baseball legend Jorge Orta. Hang on. Not yet. No. Yes! No, hang on - I'm singing a middle part now. I hadn't planned to sing a middle part. Is it okay to rhyme "Orta" with "Pet-A-Porter"? Never mind, I'm to the first verse again. Still going. Just hang tight. Oh man, if you were here right now you'd totally be digging this. Oooh! A funk bass would sound great right here! Oooo, can you hear that saxophone in the right speaker? Mmm - that is SWEET! Okay it faded out. This is a live double-album recorded after Richard 23 had returned to his worthless shit band and everybody Al Jourgenson had ever met in his life had joined the Revolting Cocks. There are 10 tracks to be heard, and 6 of those are 3/4 of the 8 tracks on the 1st album, which was released before this 2-album set when there were only 3 people in the band. So which train would reach its destination first? HA! I FUCKED YOU UP WITH MY ZANY ALGEBRA HUMOR! I suppose there's a bit more noise in the mix and more screaming of the lyrics instead of just singing them and I guess that if you sit between the speakers you hear neat rhythmic effects popping to and fro, but when you get right down to the truth - these songs weren't masterpieces to begin with. They didn't suddenly convert into masterpieces because more people are making noise on them. As for the other four songs, one is five minutes of one guitar chord and nothing else, two must be from singles or something (and they've both got cool little nervous Front 242/Nitzer Ebb-type bass repetitions) and one is a "Sneak Preview With Michael Medved" of the next Revolting Cocks album, which would be the best one ever! (This conclusion is subject to change if the Revolting Cocks release an album that is better than the next one I review here).
To boil it all down, so I can lance this fucker and move on, today i listened to said album. Today I contributed the only response to yer review. (So which determines my execution sir? Certainly not the betrayal of our hard won friendship? Maybe, if I let on, I had been kissing chickens in Asia, minor.) But wait. Class snobbery is of no issue here. "You're lying," you say? The proof I supply. I still recall the day, when I were around 17, traveling with said album, back from Newcastle, UK to Sunderland, (also UK) inspecting the art of the gatefold, interior. i.e. the porn. Of course there was a tinge of embarrassment (not for what I saw) but of what the two old dears nattering behind me, may have seen. So, out of public decency, I closed the cover (you would get banged up for that today.) N.B You must of heard of that incredibly stupid British girl who got interrogated by Miami cops for joking she was "carrying a bomb?" (And for that she SHOULD be banged up for 6 months, stupid cow!) Apparently today, some girl was se-quested at Newcastle Airport for exactly the same misdemeanor. The question... why should such numbskulls be allowed air? Think about all the 'last breaths that could have been extended to all the decent people, if morons such as these had never been granted life? Not much, I know BUT AT LEAST I WOULDN'T HAVE TYPED ALL THIS AND USED MY OWN PRECIOUS BREATH MORE CONSTRUCTIVELY? So I could delete it all, but it's a Friday night and it should all hang out.?. Fucking Incas. One moment whilst I gan for a slash. Submission, I salute you! Suck it and see? Eh. What the? I must confess more. I had the video of the show before the vinyl. It were good for acid, see. Don't do that anymore, not for any odd reason but you just can't get it anymore. Mushroom season seems fucked here too? Global warming? The bastards. The opening track is five minutes of shredding noise, like shitting out a combine. One of my favorites. Union Carbide... another 8 minute load of noise about some reckless poisoning in India, sometime in the 80's. Of course THAT doesn't matter now. Fuck em. And the Russians. (My Dad had the contact for Chernobyl, but couldn't be arsed to miss Neighbors. Tough shit ya Dostoyevsky reading fuck heads!) Another fav. Hey, the party of corpses always rocks around mine. I'm a killing machine is the track on Beers, Steers (r.i.p) Good bass-line, oh yeah, it's a SONG too! During said video Mr. J. pretends to mutilate himself with broken glass but, a few songs later, the cuts seem to bleed no further. I question 'cos that never happened with me. Fuckin fake rock-stars. Fuckers. O'vey, a classy rhyme... The fucking fuckers, fucking fucked, the fucking fucker up. To say No Devotion was scary would only apply in the Acid days, now it's a cool tune. Repetitive GROOVE bass, Herr Reiflins' thumping and a lovely house piano augmented by Al's crooning. No Devotion, No sacrifice, Anymore. The word of God means nothing, anymore. The blasphemer. I bet this is impossible to buy now so you're all welcome to pop around to mine for a listen. Please provide Pizza, a brand name cola and night-ware, it's bound to be a long evening. (The golden bulls' head will save fuck all. Not even your reputation, so gan yem. Oh, you know wee Bill plays drums with R.E.M now? He does. Saw him on some safe, saturday night BBC show kicking that punk rock classic Losing my religion. The unfunny thing was the band were so boring, the director kept cutting to Bill (including that dynamic 'crossed hands' shot. You can visualise??? Tight CU.) Glad he's getting paid. Proper fucking star Mr Reiflin.... Aye, I have Gub.)) Must go and shoot myself now. bar...
The great lost Ministry album. Even at the band's hardest and heaviest, they were still the "dance" side project of Ministry. They could pump up the drums until they disintegrated into crackly sludge, pile on the screams, samples & clanging noises until your nose bleeds, and even tear it up with some distorted electric axe, but NEVER at the expense of a dancehall danceable rhythm. That is the key to this album's success. It's noisy and it rocks, but it's clearly intended to be treated as dance music. There are no "Thieves" or "TV Song"s on here. (Those are high-speed metal Ministry songs, for those of you who aren't Ministry fans out there tonight. I don't want anybody to feel left out of what I'm sure are my strongest reviews yet! You're the best! We love you! Let me see your fucking lighters!) Starting off with a chuckle-filled backwater phone call discussing the band name, the band careers right on into the apocalptically pounding, crashing rap title track, a rap song about how much Texas sucks ass. Even this early on the album, it's obvious that they have jettisoned like five million times a leap forward to jump ahead of skip their other two albums. See, the drums and vocals are overdistorted, but then they keep piling on CLEAN samples - an old western bell, a C/W minor-key guitar strum, some turntable "scratching," cowboy voices saying "Yaaa!" and "cowboys....". It's just an interesting little tune! Funny and obnoxious too. From thereon, the songs are less humorous, but even more catchy --- the bass lines (which appear to be played on an actual BASS GUITAAAAAAR this time!) are simple but instantly memorable and the piles of music on top can get so dense so quickly that you hardly even notice that six things are going on at once - looped guitar feedback, a couple of guitar chords, a few different fake rhythm tracks, more industrial clangs and blongs, treated vocal samples - I mean, it's never so rich that you think you're listening to Paul's Boutique or Meat Beat Manifesto or something, but there's certainly lots more going on here than just the bass'n'drums that initially seem to be the songs' focusesii. And finally, the appeal of the songs is that they are actual SONGS. Unlike some of the instrumental industrial sample workouts on the last couple of records, you can actually sing every single one of these songs to yourself when the album is complete. Like I said, it's essentially the lost Ministry album. If your favorite period of that band was the Rape And Honey/Mind Terrible Waste years, you should totally grab this album because you'll probably like it a lot. It's not as angst-ridde, metallic or oft-exploding, but the overall mood is similar - especially as reflected in the bass lines and heavy clanging noises. And it's consistent as hell - these are all really good songs! Can the same be said about The Beatles' Sergeant Peppers' Hearts Club Band? Why yes! Yes it can! That's why it's so ironic that this album receives a 10 on my site while that one only received a 9. Quite frankly, that is a MUCH better album than this one! Ha ha ha!
Though i still have the 45. C'mon now SQUEAL.
Maybe a bit more Ministry than necessary ("Mr. Lucky," "Butcher Flower's Woman" and "The Rockabye" are all REALLY heavy on the REALLY heavy guitars), but an entertaining listen nonetheless. Less an industrial rock dance masterpiece than a diverse, quirky collections of different types of songs - oh let's discuss a few - why, there's a repetitive bunch of noise with William Burroughs talking over it, some heavy metal, some great bass-driven tunes similar to those you might expect from a Revolting Roosters LP (but less clangy, more slick, probably at Sire's request) and a bit more novelty than I personally might have hoped for. The title track is fun and sexxxy but the discofied crack anthem "Crackin' Up" could use a few more elements as interesting as the bass line, "Mr. Lucky" is a silly cock rock joke that doesn't make my cock rock (or joke either, actually) and, last and definitely least, the cover of Rod Stewart's "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy" is miserable. Boring, pointless, slow, bland - WORTHLESS. Not funny even one bit. Plus it's followed by a seven-minute song that sucks the fish clear out of my anal pass. Elton John murdered Princess Diana.
You ever get the feeling that Al Jourgensen simply isn't trying very hard? For example, the last few times he dusted my furniture, he didn't bother lifting my tea doilies to wipe gently beneath them. This laziness has needled its way into the fabric of the latest Revolting Cocks album, and I couldn't be unhappier. Even though it's still good, and I quite enjoy it. So I suppose I could be unhappier, if you want to pinch buttholes about it. If only there were more words in this confounded language so that I might more accurately express my emotions on the matter. Goddamn you, Germanic settlers that invaded England around the year 449!!!!
And don't think for a second that you're in the clear, Norman Conquest!!!!
As firmly established on their goofy preceding release, the Revolting Cocks brand represents Al's chance to simply have fun. With Ministry, he always has to be a tough scary guy with angry politics and big dreadlocks and a screamy voice. But with RevCo, he can dick around with happy riffs, jokey samples, songs that mean nothing, silly musical humor and goofy genre-jumping. With Cocked And Loaded, he and Luc Van Acker retain this formula, but (due perhaps to Chris Connelly leaving the band?) add tons more loud distorted guitars than on any previous release. Herein lies a problem: most of the chord sequences don't sound like any 'writing' went into them; they're just kinda there. (And loud.) As such, the CD winds up sounding like either a disappointing Ministry album or a Lard record with less interesting lyrics.
The overuse of distorted guitars is also responsible for the problem of six of the ten tracks - regardless of the odd recording trick or goofy noise here and there - essentially fitting into the genre of "midtempo industrial metal." I call this a problem only because you like to see more variety on your novelty records - or at least more energy! The four exceptions to this rule are synth-horn-laden Isaac Hayes sick soul send-up "10 Million Ways To Die," speed-punk chugger "Devil Cock," eerie beeping whirring technological nightmare "Viagra Culture," and porno/"We Will Rock You"/"Wurm" pastiche "Revolting Cock Au Lait." Perhaps it comes as no surprise then that three of these four songs are among the finest that the album has to offer! The only "midtempo industrial metal" tracks that provide the same high level of clever and unique entertainment are slidey-guitared trudger "Dead And Streets" and hilariously pointless "Fire Engine," which brings together bright fuzzy orange chords, 'Pipeline' licks, and lyrics like "Fire engine fast - fire engine slow - fire engine fire engine Go Go Go!" The other midtempo industrial metal songs are just... well, they're okay. In fact, if you're a huge fan of midtempo industrial metal, they're fuckin' KILLER!!!!!!!
Supposedly ZZ Top's Billy Gibbons and Cheap Trick's Robin Zander and Rick Neilsen are on here somewhere, but as I haven't seen the packaging, I can't say with any certainty which songs feature their talents. However, it's not too difficult to recognize Jello Biafra's high-pitched wiggliness on "Dead End Streets" and "Viagra Culture" ("I must win! At everything I do, I must win! My car must win! My money must win! My house must win! My hair must win! My kids must win! My weiner must win! My wife must win! My mistress must win! My visit to the Bunny Ranch MUST WIN!!!!!") or Gibby Haynes' sleazy Texas drawl on "Caliente (Dark Entries)," which apparently appears on the Saw II soundtrack, if you like movies about saws.
As for subject matter, "Pole Grinder" ("She's got a surprise/She's a he inside"), "Prune Tang" ("She's a wrinkled old bitch/She sucks the chrome right off my trailer hitch") and "Revolting Cock Au Lait" ("Stir my coffee with your cock/Mmm! Creamy!") are kinda gross.
POST-SCRIPT FROM A YEAR LATER AFTER I FINALLY BROKE DOWN AND BOUGHT THE THING: Wait a minute! Luc Van Acker isn't even on this goddamned thing! And there's a photo of Rick Neilsen inside even though he only plays on two songs! And this album STINKS!!!!!! I originally gave this a 7!? Even a 6 is pushing it!
It's a shame, but I have to continue with the general tone of
disappointment and shrugging of the shoulders but you're right. The
album, as much as I've heard, just doesn't feel right. I was not
expecting it too sound exactly like Rev Co of old, that would be just
dumb, but I was expecting something with a bit of sparkle and wit, (no
matter how throwaway) and, dare I say it, danceable? No, it comes
across as just another record.
Apart from the last 2 minutes of 'Revolting Cock Au Lait' there was not
one moment that pricked my ears up; well it might only have been some
faux horns and female backing vocals but at least it was an idea!
Maybe there's more, but it's hard to tell under all the bloody guitars.
There's no space, it's just sludge. I used to hate 'Get Down' from
'Beers, Steers..' because of the guitars, they're an self-indulgent
wankathon, and they really grated but that was the point, those guitars
were supposed to be annoying and offensive. The guitars here are just,
guitars... loud, distorted guitars. Dull. The production sounds like
any old pro-tooled job too, predictable production tricks. Maybe Al
really is bored?
Gibby's songs sound like Butthole songs. One of Jello's is easily
Mate, Spawn & Die. If your eyes are still strong enough to read the
notes, Gibbons played some slide for about 12 bars.
I love the Cock's, going to listen to this more, maybe it's just me.
Reading all that makes me bored and sad. (Cocks are meant to do that?)
But yea I downloaded the leaked version of Rio Grande Blood a few weeks ago and it was pretty fucking awesome. I was almost sure it was going to suck after Al said it was going to be a politically charged trash album and that's exactly what it is, but its a million times more interesting than the last album. It has Tommy Victor and Paul Raven on bass and guitars so the album turned out pretty good. The music was so good that I was able to look past the dumb lyrics and the George Bush Samples and I was really impressed. A lot of Tommy riffs remind me of stuff from Mind is a terrible thing to taste but twice as fast. I also read in a recent Ministry interview that sometime next year ministry is releasing a side project with killing joke. (http://www.alternative-zine.com/interviews/en/64)
Hi I'm Bob Screwsensteinscrew, and Mark Prindle has asked if I could
take a few moments out of my busy America and submit a review of today's
hottest new club act, The Revolting Cocks (possibly a nomenclatural
parody of 'Cockney Rebel,' a glam rock band of Steve Harley origin). To
do so, I would like to specifically discuss their newest compact disc
release, entitled Sex-O Olympic-O in tribute to this year's
Chinese Games.
You know, it's crazy. When I first informed my compatriates on the
Ballistics: Ecks Vs. Sever Message Board that I would be drafting a
white paper on a Revolting Cocks record, they immediately entered the
second stage of the Kubler-Ross Grief Cycle - denial. But it was true.
I had every intention of doing just that. Unfortunately, time has been
cruel to all of us, especially the Brazilian Merganser, and I eventually
had to mail an apologetic note to the entire Ballistics: Ecks Vs. Sever
newsgroup informing them that, due to temporal constraints, my white
paper was to be reduced to a mere pamphlet. Written in very big
type.
And laugh? Oh, how they laughed. I had become the butt of a hundred
jokes, an unwilling clown in the eyes of the global Ballistics: Ecks Vs.
Sever online community. "Hey you stupid asshole," began one typical
message, "you're a stupid asshole." How could one man be expected to
defeat such vitriol and logic? I chose instead to end the slings and
arrows of outrageous fortune, committing patricide, matricide and
deicide before remembering what word I was looking for. Please accept
my apologies, o late spirits of Mother, Father and God. I'm confident
that you are all in a better place now. Well, not God maybe.
Having said that, old-timey RevCo fans will be pleased as (me) punch(ing
you in the face) that "Revolting Cocks" is no longer simply a synonym
for "Ministry Trying To Be Funny." Al has recruited a new line-up and,
though distorted heavy metal guitars still play a major role in their
sound (thanks to The Last Sucker's Sin Quirin), they've finally
re-incorporated the dance beats and electronic pulses of the band's
early recordings. And though Al Jourgensen's distorted scream does show
up in the second half, Teutonic baritone Josh Bradford sings, speaks and
whispers the majority of the tracks in a refreshingly melodic way.
Furthermore, though some of the lyrics and asides are hilarious ("Why
walk down the street when you can walk down the hall? Keeping it in the
family can be a great idea!," "I'm not gay. I just pretend I am when
I'm drunk. I... have a girlfriend!," "Once a century, a God is sent
down to bless this Earth with his majesty. Once a century, this God
will rise and teach us how to live our lives. This God we know as....
Lou Ferrigno! Cursed with the inability to hear, but blessed with the
power to pleasure women at random."), none of the songs sound like
novelty music the way that so many from the past two records may have
done if memory serves. These are written and performed as serious
dancey metal (or metallic dancey).
Though welcome and quite welcome, these welcome returns of the RevCo
sound of old do present their own problems. The first is that the band
apparently has not updated their electronic equipment since 1990.
Clayton Worbeck's synth tones, and in fact the band's entire musical
approach, sound straight out of the early '90s techno scene. Not that I
don't love a good Dr. Seuss hat, because I do.
Even more troublesome is that, free of musical novelty, several of these
tracks are as faceless and unremarkable as anything on Big Sexy
Land! The worst offenders are sub-"Burning Inside" metal throwaway
"Abundant Redundancy" and
NIN-sounding seXXXy industrial shit bag "Touch Screen" (chorus: "I wanna
watch you touch yourself"), but even some otherwise decent songs are
hampered by passages of lame tuff-metal and non-existent melody. Like
what the hell is up with "Keys To The City"? The verse has like one chord!
Dude, it's 2008! Verses should have at least two thousand and eight chords
by this point!
If it's good anthemic metal chords and/or pulsating electro-dance beats
you're after, I recommend four tracks: the straightforward "Hookerbot2000,"
Mexi-fied "Robo Banditos," incestuous "Cousins," and closeted "I'm Not
Gay." Most of the others have their moments, but what good's a moment?
A fruit fly has several and he's still dead in a day.
Speaking of 'day,' I will now end this 'white pamphlet' by bidding you a
fair day. Remember to eat an apple! An apple a day keeps the doctor at
bay!
With your condolences,
"What's the matter, someone get too much foam in their latte?" -
Miguel Sandoval, Ballistics: Ecks vs. Sever
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Aww, jeez... maybe you had to be there at the time... When my high school friends and I
heard this album (when it came out) it just blew our minds. Even though listening to it
now, it sounds a bit tinny and dated, it was important becaues of how it tossed together
agressive vocals, crunchy drum machines, and a few samples in a sparse mix that was a lot
more exciting to us (maybe partly for being just grating and obnoxious) than anything else
that was available at the time. These songs are still etched in my brain. We loved
Ministry's Twitch too, but this album was more fun. By the early 90s I had given up on their
new stuff - what they were churning out wasn't really that clever, and it wasn't anything
new.
So it's a Friday night, I've gotten drunk, stoned, watch Ring (the Japanese version, of course) then some freaky documentary on the abstract attempt at insinuating old SaDDAm had nukes e.t.c. Then, as you do, I decide to to see if there's anything I've overlooked here, (I have a plausible reason, to wit: today I nearly spent over œ100 on some new turntable equipment, for my old, faithful table had, I thought, bitten the dust (due to extreme miss-use . So I found a decent, local on-line retailer and filled up my 'cart' with vinyl reproduction paraphernalia (fuck I wish I never started this excursion now) but I had a pang of frugality and cancelled it. Stomped down to town and chanced on a œ9 stylus. Bugger me backwards! It worked! So most of today had been spent listening to plastic. My God! I'd forgotten how good it sounds! It's mad how the vibrations of fractured plastic, picked up by a wee needle, sounds so much greater than any of these modern technological techniques.)
sigh,,, I left this on a shelf, in a house on Arnold Road, Birkby,
Huddersfield. If anyone has it, please return.
who is the gorgeous brunette in the Do Ya Think....? video that I just had an opportunity to see for the first time ever, baby jesus bless Youtube?
That brunette blue_zhiraffe@yahoo.com is talking about is "Jewel Shepherd" of "Return of the Living Dead", "Hollywood Hot Tubs" and "Hustler magazine".
Hi Mark, long time no post, sorry about that.
I can't believe I just wasted $15.00 dollars on this! Awful! I should have known though. The last few Ministry albums sound the same(ok, some decent tracks on Rantology) poorly mixed snap/crackle/pop protools bullshit. Yeah,yeah not everything is gonna sound like the old days but come on, no Chris Connelly? I did like "Viagraculture"(the lost LARD?)but the rest is a disapointment. Jello Biafria is otherwise wasted here. Lets see; How the fuck do you combine "We Will Rock You" and "Purple Haze" and "Another Brick In The Wall" in the same song and not have a pile of shit? I thought my car stereo was facedown in a puddle of "That 70's Show"peyote vomit. Throw in a Bauhaus cover and you have what is essentially a baggy pants farce/bloated vegas lounge trash. Really all thats missing is a Marylin Manson cameo...in blackface. You want covers? Listen to their far superior P.I.L.("uncle buck!") Then theres Gibby. Has anyone even bothered to listen to the Butthole Sellouts last few releases...didn't think so. Gibby Haynes might be Al's wacky neighbor but he's out of place and quite lame here. I don't care if he sang that jesus hotrod song(ahhh, the 90's)I winced at lines like"scuse me while I fuck the sky" Corny! And"Sirens"... My 3 yr old found it annoying. I have heard(and have) just about everything else Revco has ever put out, even the cassette singles for "Stainless Steel Providers" and Lets Get Physical" and the recent re-issues. "Cocked and Loaded" is hands down the worst. Even the title suscks(LA Guns anyone?) I have been saying for years that if Revolting Cocks ever play Cleveland again I would be up front and center... Well, Al already got my $15 so forget my MastrabaTour T-shirt. I hope he can put that in the drug fund and return to his druggie ways or maybe hook up with Steve Albini or someone who at least knows how to record. That umpteen-track/muck wreck "sound" has already ruined several Ministry albums and I certainly miss Connelly's trademark vox. Am I bitter? Like asprin. "Cocked and Loaded" is Revco's latest Jar-Jar Binks. For anyone who might spend their hard earned pesos on this misguided effort, let me suggest everything previously listed on this page is worthwhile and also the new reissues that have bonus tracks put out by Rykodisc. The "Beers,Steers and Queers" reissue has a rare song"Cattlegrind" which was initalally available on "You Goddamned Son Of A Bitch Live" and can now be heard in its studio version. Thank you for your attention. Christ I'm cranky...
Jesus that last post was bitter. I know this album is a bit sub par for the cocks but its not anything terrible. I love the Gibby Haynes songs (Revcolution Medley, 10 million ways to die, Calienete dark entries). Prunetang is a pretty cool track. Its like a combination between ZZ Top and ministry which is just fuckin weird as hell. Devil Cock has its charm, nothing you have'nt heard before but still pretty cool. The Jello tracks are great but you can't consider them Revco because their basically Lard tracks thrown in as fillers. As for the rest of the album.....its basically crap. Fire engine, jack in the crack, and polegrinder are stupid as hell. At least half this album is still worth listening to though. If anything releasing this album was suicide without Paul Barker and Luc Van Arker on it. I always felt like Ministry was a unique meeting of minds. and while doing the whole Industrial thrash fest without barker has worked out pretty well, you really can't do a cocks record without him.
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