The album cover, title, and the fact that it all starts with an audio sample of Danny the Tourette's Guy symbolize tempting fate for this band with a capital 'F'. Whether you take it at face value or take the material so lightly, We Keep the Dancefloor Dirty with Bottles and Shit is still an epic failure of a studio recording. You can piss down between your legs, but please don't poop all over your sweaty palms; Short Bus Pile Up found this out the hard way. If anything, I wouldn't recommend doing either of those unless you're forced to hear the album out of punishment.
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