Butthole Surfers

What, pray tell, is this? On its Disney-owned label debut, the band responsible for such demented psychotic mayhem as Locust Abortion Technician has either, A, pulled off a massive prank or, B, has fried its collective brain for what may be the last time. If this is schoolboy hijinks, then give Gibby and company props for dead-on nailing the sound of one of those former WaxTrax! bands—Ministry, Meat Beat Manifesto—after it signed an “oh, well, at least we’ll be able to buy better drugs” major-label contract, then delivered a big-beat soundtrack suitable for parties frequented by strung-out fashion models. Take “Dracula From Houston,” which sounds like current-era Iggy Pop fronting the Steve Miller Band, or one of the many Al Jourgenson-meets-Walter Brennan screeds here: pretty funny, lads. As Dan Quayle once put it: “What a terrible thing to have lost one’s mind, or not to have a mind at all.”