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From the CD’s breast-obsessed cover art to a liner photo of the band lying intertwined with nude women, this disc sets out to shock and titillate. Obscene tracks solicit oral sex from a porn star (“The Ballad of Chasey Lain”) and animalistic intercourse (“The Bad Touch”). Masturbation is a common theme, involving everything from Silly Putty to pictures of livestock. In fact, “Yummy Down on This” finds the singer wishing he could perform fellatio on himself. On “A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When the Stripper Is Crying,” a man pays a minor for sex and fantasizes about Jesus sodomizing Mickey Mouse with a lawn dart. Other blasphemous tracks include “Hell Yeah,” which mocks the death of Christ. “Mope” is about flatulence, cruising for 8th-grade girls, drugs, alcohol and more. Hateful ranting consumes “I Hope You Die” with targets as innocent as Jerry’s Kids, a disabled Vietnam veteran and orphans having Christmas :inner (it also mentions necrophilia). The twisted “Mama’s Boy” and “Three Point One Four” are sexually preoccupied.
One of the most perverse, diseased releases in recent memory. Blasphemy, unconventional sex, anger, obscenities and substance abuse make this awful disc a no-brainer. Don’t let these Bloodhounds sniff out your teens.
