Review Summary: Smart enough to trick you into thinking it's stupid
GG Allin's persona was more or less adolescent performance art that took on a life of its own, but it was no less savory than what went on behind the scenes of arena-filling bands who are now cutesy household names. And while the content of his character was problematic, at least he never killed other human beings, unlike John Lennon and the last politician you voted for. Perspective.
Anyway, all that aside, anyone who knows a damn thing about rock will recognize this as good music. That GG isn't recognized for his diversity just goes to show people don't even really listen to the music: on top of the dumb meathead hardcore punk you get vaguely cockrock leaning material (with a perverse twist), surf rock, countryish stuff (not the crappy kind), a 20 second proto-grindcore foot-tapper, pure noise, and even some kind of plodding, avant-garde oldschool grunge (as in pre-Nirvana) that shares genes with Flipper and later Black Flag. Obviously though GG would have balked at that kind of rote categorization, because to him rock n' roll was a living, breathing lineage. He wasn't a clown, in fact he probably took himself too seriously--a perfect antidote to a soulless generation raised on microwaved pseudo-irony.
Although it's pretty funny music occasionally.
"I live on peanut butter sandwiches, I don't care"
That's right. He eats peanut butter sandwiches and he doesn't EVEN CARE.
Filthy, decadent, hilarious self-destructive classic.
