A blowjob bonanza, high school on fire, puking, skating (weird hand placement), MexiFry Nachos, and hung authority figures, all crudely and funnily drawn on the cover? Yeppers. The same, only the musical version, on the wax? Check. For fans of the Spits and Jay Reatard’s more profane work—both of whom I fly the flag for—so yeah, it’s an easy chaos to like. As I’ve said before: being this consistently dumb is pretty fuckin’ hard.
–todd (Boom Chick)