Review Summary: Summary of album in one character ?3 of 3 thought this review was well written
DISCLAIMER: The following review contains excessive use of words such as gay, queer, homosexual, and the like. This is not meant to poke fun at or ridicule anybody that chooses to engage in an "alternative" lifestyle. The fact is, Gravy Train!!!!, as well as the music they produce, are gay in the most literal sense of the word.
Ever since the word "gay" first appeared in the English language, many different meanings and connotations have been attached to it. At first, the word was simply used to describe occasions that were jovial, lighthearted, and fun, or individual moods of the same nature. Later, the word became identifiable with the term "homosexual", and more recently, the word has become a slang term for things that are either incredibly strange, or quite stupid. So which of these applies to Gravy Train!!!! you ask? Well, to be blunt, all of them.
To say that Gravy Train!!!! is simply gay would be the understatement of the century (the band has actually described their sound as "queercore" for Pete's sake). The fact of the matter is that the music produced by Gravy Train!!!! is so utterly obnoxious that I'm quite certain even Jeffree Star would politely ask them to tone it down. At it's core, the music is some sort of unholy mixture synthy, B-52's esque, campy pop, and fairly typical dance music. If that doesn't sound irritating enough, the vocals and lyrics are what really tears it. The female vocals present on this disc are fairly reminiscent of something like Blondie on PCP, and the male vocals take the gay stereotype beyond the nth degree, with an incredible amount of femininity and an overwhelming lisp. The lyrical content is, as you may have guessed at this point, infuriatingly awful. The best way to describe Gravy Train!!!!'s attitude about their sexual orientation would be to picture a photo negative of Jerry Falwell. The lyrics are about as "in your face" as they could be, with lines such as "I wanna jack you off through your pants, I wanna feel it wet in my hands, I wanna hold it till it explodes, But first you gotta take off all your clothes"
Now I know what you may be thinking at this point. "With all the sheer ridiculousness presented on this album, surely there is a slight possibility of it containing at least a little novelty right?" No. Not at all. Every moment of this album is so obnoxiously irritating that the potential for a laugh or two is ruined almost immediately. The only way this album can really be classified properly is simply as pure, audio, garbage.