Risking repeating myself, I always loved seeing The Vandals
squander their musical talents on ridiculously stupid subject
matter. Prizzy Prizzy Please have a manic speed, even quicker
wit, and busy music ideal for dancing, skating and pouring concrete;
it's as satisfying as eating a sandwich whilst having sex, George
Kastanza style. Often bringing to mind The MC5 kicked into
high gear with cool cheesy plastic keyboards filling in trumpet
bits. "Flea Bomb" is heavy on bass, giving it a surf
platform to launch a fuzz attack from (plus thrilling sh-sh-sha's).
That last sentence ended in a preposition. "A Thundergust
of Woodpeckers" strings along a bunch of segments from a
"Baba O'Riley" keyboard, to Black Flag chanting,
finally jumping into hilarious Van Halen arena vocals.
"Thought Command" has a sci-fi intro that rivals the
humor of Mssrs Parker & Stone. When he's not
wailing some badass sax, singer Max howls in classic rock
voice, but the lyrics are something about, "I can't help
you with your homework/ you gotta know it's just a TV show."
There's a touch of Ween in the soulful falsetto on "Campfire
Girls Weekend Party," which promises to be the social event
of the season. Funnier than Tenacious D. Someone give these
guys there own TV show, prizzy pleeeeze? Everyone loves a Disaster
Monkey. See also: Flaming Tsunamis.
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