G.G. ALLIN: Carnival of Excess: CD

Jul 03, 2009

This is about the corniest shit I’ve ever heard. G.G. Allin doing a stripped-down country album is as expected as Celine Dion tearing her microphone from its cord and snaking the live wire through her asshole into her bowels. I’m not sure what to think. Some of these songs actually sound pleasant. Well, the music, at least. The lyrics are true to G.G. form as he addresses being an outlaw, heroin abuse, guns, bottles of liquor, and fighting. But, “Carmelita” and “Guns, Bitches, Brawls, and Bottles” both lope along sweetly dripping with slide guitar. In fact, all the songs would fit nicely on a roots country radio station if the lyrics weren’t so profane. I’m not sure many corporate jocks would spin a tune with the line “For on that night I met a force that nothing will compare/I was born the Son of Evil and I fucked the devil there” on their weekly radio shows. I don’t know how many more times I’ll listen to this CD, but, astonishingly, I don’t completely hate it.

 –benke (Ponk, www.ponkmedia.com)

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