They've gotten a bad rap for most of
their career because of their stupid trying-too-hard-to-be- funny lyrics, but
little kids just love 'em. And you know? So do I! For the most part, I find
their attempts at humor to be about as unsubtle and unfunny as a Jim Carrey
moving picture, but, on occasion, they pull off a wingding, and on many
an occasion, they back it with an unbelievably catchy melody. That's why I
love 'em so and defend them against the ranks who cruelly refer to them as
"the stupid man's They Might Be Giants." I know they're not very
funny; I don't care. They have consistently churned out record after record
of wonderfully infectious scruffy upbeat pop/punk/rock for ten years now.
Unfortunately...they're finished. After a decade of introducing
twelve-year-olds to slam dancing, The Dead Milkmen have apparently decided to
ride off into the beige sunset and call it a career. Too bad for the cause of
good.
Big Lizard In My Back Yard - Fever
1985.

Four really short skinny guys with moronic fake names
(Rodney Anonymous, Joe Jack Talcum, Dave Blood, Dean Clean) come tootin' outta
Philadelphia with an amazingly well-produced, crisp, clear, vibrant, alive
amateurish pile of stupid juvenile garbage. Jokes about death, AIDS, retards,
drugs, sex, rednecks, and Charles Nelson Reilly are splayed all over the
nineteen songs contained within (only five of them are over two minutes
long), and the
music is, quite frankly, "the stupid man's Wire." Very reminiscent of Pink
Flag in both tone and execution, but not for stylistic reasons; they just
don't really know much about their instruments so, rather than attempting to
get all fancy with notes and look like fools, they stick to what they know -
basic repetitive bass lines and barre chords (both major and minor!).
And somehow it sounds wonderful! A few of the melodies are kinda dumb, but
most of them manage thanks to a very creative bass player with a good brain
for melody. The guitarist can write 'em catchy, too - I didn't mean to
slouch him. I'm just saying, you know, listen to "Beach Song," "Swordfish,"
or "Serrated Edge" and then try to tell me you have any idea what the guitar
line was. They're bass songs and nothing but! Enough about that,
though. There are all sorts of catchy ones here, from the punky ("Tiny Town,"
"Nutrition," "Junkie") to the poppy ("Big Lizard," "Filet Of Sole," "Dean's
Dream") to the pseudo-funky ("Right Wing Pigeons," "Lucky," "Swordfish"). And
if you happen to dislike one of the songs, don't worry; it'll end soon. The
vocals are young and stuffed-nosey with some very entertaining back-up vocals
popping in every now and again to give you a sense of melodic urgency where
before you just wondered why they gave this snot-nosed dork the mic in the
first place. Or is it "mike?" Aah, who gives a rat's ass? Regardless,
Rodney can't sing too well, but he's got a great voice for an entertainer.
Even at this young age, he already sounds like he's willing to be your best
friend, share his Cheetos with you, and tell you fart jokes all day.
And did
you know this? This was actually a fairly popular college album back in the
day, thanks to the bebop/hardcore classic "Bitchin' Camaro." It's not
terribly funny, but you know college kids.
So what do I, Mark Prindle, find
funny on this one? Lots of the back-up vocals (especially in "Plum Dumb" and
"Laundromat Song") are pretty silly, and there are tons of good verses spread
around the record, my faves being "Take off your clothes / Don't be lonely /
The sign above says 'For Negroes Only'," "My best friend is a junkie / Sad but
true / My best friend is a junkie / What's your best friend do?," and, of
course, the rousing chorus, "I got nowhere to go / 'Cept to hang out on the
street / My folks say I got no ambition.... / At least I give a shit / what I
put into my mouth / Yeah, I care about nutrition!!!!" Funny? You? I don't
know. I enjoy them. There are some other good lines, too. The only terribly
embarrassing one is "Rastabilly," which just isn't funny at all. Not even
catchy. Just dumb. Short, though! Bad paragraph. Too herky-jerky.
Basically, this is just an exceptionally
enjoyable record. Not brilliant; just fun! They got better musically
over the years, but there was no way that they could ever hope to recapture
the raw youthful wise-assed energy that drove them to create this batch of
foolish, mindless two-chord wonders way back in the long, hot autumn of '85.
And that's that, guy.
- Reader Comments
- shaffer1@prolog.net (Mark Shaffer)
I agree that despite little talent this album turned out pretty well.
"Bitchin' Camaro" is one of the best songs Dead Milkmen ever did and is
truly an excellent example of their music at that time. I would
definitely recommend this album for anybody who likes some good music and
a couple laughs.
- panchovilla@media-net.net (Jon Howard)
The Dead Milkmen are "the stupid man's WIRE?"
Wire are the stupid mans favorite band.
You are the stupid mans best friend.
STUPID I ask?
Where do you get Wire outta the Milkmen.
The stupid mans They Might Be Giants?
Maybe slightly less witty, but who isnt?
You?
Maybe
Probably
- hijinks@utarlg.uta.edu (Thomas Rickert)
Well, maybe, just cheetoes maloney maybe, Jon Howard is the stupid man's
stupid man.
- billsangry@aol.com
One of the few albums I can listen to from start to finish.. Just perfect..
- foland_ratzl@hotmail.com (Roland Fratzl)
A theory on the downfall of the milk man trade: Ever wonder what happened to
that noble profession, commonplace in grey flannel suit wearing, white
picket fenced, leave it to beaver (mmmm, beaver) conservative 50's America?
Note that the openings of those old milk bottles had roughly the same
cirCUMference as the average cock. Jizz is a milky substance...
- pat.chuss@photondynamics.com
Not a bad review but a little inconsistent in my opinion. Sometimes I find it’s better not to think too much about something that isn’t intended to be
serious in the first place. I saw the Dead Milkmen back in the day of Big Lizard at a small venue called Mickey Kelly’s East in Bethlehem, PA and seeing
them live back them truly captures what they were all about. Young kids (Joe Jack looked like he was pert near 16 years old) having fun on stage.
Rodney certainly new how to work a crowd at a very young age.
I like your comment on the “stupid man’s They Might Be Giants” mostly because I am a stupid man who has just about everything the DMM and TMBG
ever produced. I guess that makes me the smart ass stupid man who knows kick ass music! Both are great in my opinion. I only wish the Milkmen were
still around to enjoy.
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thoughts?
Eat Your Paisley! - Fever 1986.

You can tell right from the beginning of track one that
they've been practicing. The guitarist is playing notes! What's up with
that? Notes???? What is this??? Who are we???? Are we at Woodstock??? Are
we at a Grateful Dead concert listening to a fifteen-year rendition of
"Truckin'???" Hell no!!! We're at home in America, the self-acknowledged
"greatest mother-fucking nation on the whole goddamned planet"!!!! Now then,
let's discuss a record album.
On the sunny side of the street, their melodic sense is just as strong as on
the last one - actually, probably MORE so, as displayed in absolutely
beautiful little wonders like "Happy Is," "I Hear Your Name" (Rodney's
favorite Milkmen song of all time, last time I checked), "Six Days," and "Take
Me Apart." They're also trying new things like instrumentals, longer songs,
and psychedelic drug tunes. And they're pretty good at all of 'em, really;
that's what practicing'll do for you!
On the shadier, thug-infested side of
the street, the humor is disturbingly unfunny. Airplane wrecks are funny?
An earwig eating through somebody's brain is funny? Butthole Surfers rip-offs
are funny? Bleah. There are also far too many attempts to be cutting edge
and hip by making a joke out of death, almost as if none of the band members
are old enough to quite understand the pain of real loss. The only thing that
saves 'em is not trying to be funny on half of the songs (and, of
course, the stellar melodies that are littered like fruit-flavored cigarette
butts all over the record). Irritatingly, the two most popular songs on here
are the worst; "Beach Party Vietnam" and "The Thing That Only Eats Hippies"
are neither humorous nor catchy. They're just stupid and boring. No wonder
the Dead Milkmen got such a bad reputation so quickly. Bleah. If you know what I
mean by "bleah."
Too bad "I Hear Your
Name" never caught on. It's simple, sad, obsessive.... Sigh.
- Reader Comments
- Billsangry@aol.com
Most DM fans I've talked to at shows list this one as their favorite. It's kind of a "Sleeper" album that sticks to you after a few listens. I find that
it's the one I go back to the most. "Two Feet Off the Ground" is classic and SHOULD have been on their lopsided greatest hits CD.
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Bucky Fellini - Fever 1987.

Much more mature production and playing bring the
Milkmen into the world of grown-up music. Thankfully, it doesn't have any of
the dumbass bad jokes or weak melodies that marred the last one a bit - just
loads of catchy crap with the occasional wacky comment. The closest to a hit
was the bitter, on-the-windbag condemnation of black-clad arty youth, "Instant
Club Hit (You'll Dance To Anything)," featuring such sarcastic tripe as "Don't
try to tell me that you're an intellectual / You're just another boring
bisexual!" set to a moronically simple (but groovy!) electronic beat. Being
a departure, it might be the most interesting song on the record. And it's
funny, too! Like Johnny Carson in his heyday! The
rest is standard Milkmen fare, though perhaps an itsy bitsy spider more
obsessed with the idea of culturelessness as bliss. The best example of this
(aside from Rodney's cries of "NO ART! NO ART!" following a goofy little
pretentious poem in the middle of "Blood Orgy Of The Atomic Fern") is "City Of
Mud," in which Mr. Anonymous describes a town full of junk food-eating,
non-working, TV-obsessed slobs before happily announcing "I've finally found a
city full of people just like me!" Elsewhere, you got "Going To Graceland,"
which doesn't seem nearly as witty the second time you hear it (except for the
line "Gonna see the bucket that Elvis Presley kicked," which never fails to
crack up my ass - crack? ass? GET IT????), a funny Stones imitation called
"Jellyfish Heaven," and a tender love ballad dedicated to "Nitro Burning Funny
Cars," of all silly things.
As a whole, they try less for humor and more for
simple light-hearted post-college cartoon rock, which they're much more
adept at. Adept. Dumbass word. Bucky Fellini is a good'un - cute,
catchy, fun.... Not a whole lot of emotion involved, but it's a damn good
collection of melodies (except for the lightly funky "I Am The Walrus," which
doesn't deserve its title) and, most importantly, it's very consistent. You
don't have to wade through piles of medical waste to get to the good stuff.
With the possible exception of aforementioned walrus ditty, it's all
good stuff. B-52s? Dad?
- Reader Comments
- Billsangry@aol.com
This album sounds like it was a lot of fun to make. It's a blast to listen
to and contains some lesser known Milkmen classics like, "The Pit, Take Me to
the Specialist, and The Badger Song." On their later efforts, the "fun"
sounds forced. Not so on this one..
- pete_chiodo1974@hotmail.com (Pete Chiodop)
Hey, I was just browsing in the Dead Milkmen section and I decided to add some insight. The "poem" Rodney recites in Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern is actually a verse of the Hungarian torch song "Gloomy Sunday" The song is unofficially known as the Hungarian suicide song. The composer killed himself, and supposedly a startling number of folks how hear the song actually take their own lives sometime afterward, like clutching the lyrics sheet or with the album spinning on the phono. Creepy, eh?
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Instant Club Hit (You'll Dance To Anything) ep -
Restless 1987.

More of a single than an EP, but you vinyl freakers get
two great instrumentals previously available only on CD, you dance freakers
get two dull "remixes" of the hilarious title track, and all you special
people out there in the world get to hear, for the first time ever, the
beautiful, obnoxious "Ask Me To Dance," about a lonely little girl with one
leg. I bought it. Shouldn't that be reason enough for you to take the big
dipper?
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thoughts?
* Beelzebubba - Fever 1988. *

The winner. Extremely infectious and honestly pretty
darn funny, too. And it's a smorgasbord of delectable entrees, tasty licks,
and month-old skim milk! There's a James Brown parody about beating your
wife, a trailer park rant linking bad soil to gay martians, a punk polka that
in the space of one minute escalates from an anti-frat boy ditty to an
anti-mankind diatribe, a rollicking celebration of the joys of attending a
lousy party, a jolly skipperoo about guzzling bleach, a proud anthem of human
odor, and ELEVEN other songs, too! It even got the shorties on MTV finally,
with its upbeat pre-Nirvana pop smash "Punk Rock Girl" and (to a much lesser
extent) "Smokin' Banana Peels," a hippie joke about sixty jillion times more
subtle and entertaining than "The Thing That Only Eats Hippies." They're
older, they're wiser (though still awfully silly), and they're even beginning
to understand that death isn't just a cheap joke to be exploited in offensive
(though catchy!) dreck like "Earwig" and "Air Crash Museum." - see "Life Is
Shit" for the ultimate in disillusionment. Or is it just "disillusion?"
Whatever it is, I gotta tell ya that I love this album. Unfortunately, near
the end, there's a few that don't really stand out ("Ringo Buys A Rifle?"
What's that all about?), but the rest is top-of-the-line entertainment for
young strident fifteen-year-olds. Rodney's voice if getting gruffer by the day, and every
time Joe Jack sings, he adopts more and more of a fake British accent, which I
find awfully entertaining for the same reason that I find it sickening when
that guy in Green Day does the same thing. You see, one of these two American
bands is JOKING when they pretend to be limeys. Nothin' against limeys, of
course. Some even believe that The Beatles were from England.
This record is
funny, dumb, and catchy as a fish. Fast, too! They play real fast,
undistorted pop rock. And yeah, all those guest musicians (fiddles, strings,
accordion) were probably just a cynical attempt to cash in on the Camper Van
Beethoven "college band" phenomenon, but when the product is this exceptional,
who gives a crap about motivation? Probably some asshole, that's who.
- Reader Comments
- Odelay2600@aol.com (Moko)
I agree with you totally!!!! This album is the best, it kicks butt!!
Nothin' beats "SMOKIN' BANNANA PEELS" and "STUART"!!!!!!!!!
The DEAD MILKMEN LIVE FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- hijinks@utarlg.uta.edu (Thomas Rickert)
The cover is just fuckin' great. I always suspected the devil was a
tractor-ridin', stained-overalls-wearin', fat-pig redneck.
Or maybe its just that that is my idea of hell anyway!?
- gkayos@ibm.net (Professor GKayos)
i cant say this is the dead milkmens best but some of their finest
moments.also,they guy on the front is the devil,its Rodneys dad.
- opusfour@inter1.net (Lydia Crowe)
Are you nuts? 'Ringo Buys A Rifle' is one of my all-time favorite DM songs!
- gdj@ctitech.com (Jones)
Ringo buys a rifle is a joke about Ringo Starr buying a gun and
shooting Paul McCartney. In the song they say "Hey Paul, you a**hole!, duck
this!
- fam.larsson@hedemora.mail.telia.com
it´s Dub this not duck this. anyway how can you say bad things ´bout
Dead Milkmens they´re the greatest band ever
- billsangry@aol.com
I never liked "Punk Rock Girl." I always thought with that song they were
leaning too far into "Weird Al Yankovic" territory.. "Bad Party" is also a
throwaway.. I think this is my least favorite DM album, sorry.. Lost their
punk edge on this one..
- bickbyro@altavista.com (Keith Turausky)
Am I the only one who is *severely* bothered by the part in "Punk Rock Girl" where he
attributes
"California Dreamin'" to the Beach Boys?
Try as I might, I simply can't read that as an attempt to mock young punk rockers'
lack of a proper grounding in rock-n-roll history (a commentary that would be
significantly strengthened by the ironic fact that the "square" Beach Boys were in fact
a major influence on the Ramones, without whom there would of course not be punk
as we know it). Nor can I see it as some sort of twisted forboding reference to the
anti-punk-rock of Wilson-Phillips.
No, I'm afraid the Milkmen are just stupid. And not in a good way.
(a week later)
Okay, okay, so Prindle schooled me on my Beach Boys history, and it turns out they
actually COVERED "California Dreamin'" (and made a video for it) in 1986, not too long before
"Punk Rock Girl" was recorded. Needless to say, this is not the version of "California
Dreamin'" with which most people are familiar. So I still feel there is room for confusion,
especially among younger folk, and am glad I got this topic out in the open.
Meanwhile, I'm grappling with the reality that the Beach Boys covering "California
Dreamin'" is actually a far worse sin against rock-n-roll than the Dead Milkmen misattributing
it to them could ever have been...
- amcquill@home.com (Andrew McQuillan)
Talk to me about Elvis!!!!!!
- johnnyrook@charter.net
While I was in college, not two years ago, living in the dorms, a guy from down the hall nearly knocked my door from off its hinges, screaming
about the Milkmen. I was listening to the "Big Lizard" album at the time.
Me: ...the hell?
Guy: Dead Milkmen, dog! Dead Milkmen! Right on!
Me: I'm surprised someone else around here has even heard of them.
Guy: I'm a surfer, dog! Of course I've heard of them!
I wondered how a band that repeatedly insults surfers, their lifestyle and their music (Surfin' Cow, Beach Song, Beach Party Vietnam, Bleach
Boys) can be held on high by them. In my opinion, the transgressions against the Beach Boys in Punk Rock Girl may be forgiven by us, the
inlanders, if they can be forgiven and even exaulted by those who are not land-bound.
Also, on the influence of the Beach Boys on punk rock and stupid punkers: this song is intended as a dig against the posers that frequented a
poppy-punk record store called "Zipperhead." The girl in the song's title is one of the rich-kid pseudo-punks that the Milkmen would probably
make fun of regularly, who do not care about the history of punk or what it stands for. For more information on these kids in modern society, go to
a ska show and count how many Gwen Stefani's there are. Take this song as you would "Tiny Town:" from the perspective of someone who has
no clue.
- huw@post.com
"r.c.'s mom" is not as you suggested a James Brown sendup, but a parody of the R.C. Mob
(who themselves were a JB sendup). Go steal a copy of "Omerta", if you don't like it, at
least you got your money's worth.
also some fool comments that he's irritated by the song "california dreaming" is wrongly
attributed to the beach boys. That guy is a moron. that's what makes the song funny.
funny ha-ha, I mean.
- tpc@net.sapo.pt (Tiago Carvalho)
Hi, I'm writing from Portugal. I first heard DM with Bucky
Fellini, then my cousin brought me the cassete Big Lizard from
the U.S. I saw their adress, wrote them, and Joe Genaro sent me
all their records ever since!
The DM were extremely funny, even though I didn't catch half of
the lyrics. Even the titles of the songs were funny! They were
also very cleaver with words. For example, "Sometimes I smell,
just like bathroom, after grandma used it, and she's been
eating fruit" (My many Smells). I can't think of any other way
to express a stronger olfactive impression!!...
thank you Mark for your site, it has given me a lot of good
memories.
- jcarvalho.hluisa@hotmail.com (Jose Carvalho)
Hi, I'm writing from Portugal. I first heard DM with Bucky
Fellini, then my cousin brought me the cassete Big Lizard from the U.S. I saw their adress, wrote them, and Joe Genaro sent me all their records ever since!
The DM were extremely funny, even though I didn't catch half of the lyrics. Even the titles of the songs were funny! They were also very cleaver with words. For example, "Sometimes I smell, just like bathroom, after grandma used it, and she's been eating fruit" (My many Smells). I can't think of any other way to express a stronger olfactive impression!!...
thank you Mark for your site, it has given me a lot of good
memories.
- valery@annexunplugged.com (R. Crait)
It's funny, I always thought they were saying "...after grandma's used
it, and she'd been eating prunes."
Anyway, really cool band. I was hoping they would send me some stuff
but they never wrote back.
- jchristensen77.1@juno.com
Hey Everybody....Look at me!...Look at me!....(Pow he was decapitated!!!)
They found his head over by the snow-cone concession....A few days after
that I opened up the mail, and there was a pamphlet it there from Pueblo
Colorado it was Addressed to Bill Jr. and its entitled---Do You Know What
the Queers are Doing to Our Soil?
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Smokin' Banana Peels - Fever
1989.

For some reason, they thought it would be a good idea
to have Was/Not Was do a bunch of boring dance remixes of "Smokin' Banana
Peels." It wasn't. Side two's good, though; it's a re-recording of five
songs from their extinct demo tape, Death Rides A Pale Cow. They're
gross, childish, morbid, idiotic, and you know? Awfully CATCHY!!! Could
someone please find me a synonym???? Cereal, it's just awfully entertaining
to hear bouncy happy music that makes you tap your foot and snap your ring
finger until you suddenly realize that you're listening to "I Hate Myself" -
or, better yet, "Death's Alright With Me." Yeah, I know I criticized them
earlier for joking about death too much, but this is a suicide song, and that,
sir, is a different matter altogether. And "The Puking Song" - oh, that's a
cute one....
- Reader Comments
- ashort1@nyc.rr.com (Albert E. Short)
There is subtle parody in the "Puking Song" in that the endless repetiton
of "I just throw up on my sheets" at the end is a deserved slam
at "Hey,Jude". Nearly as subtle as Joe plucking out octaves at the end of
the "awful guitar solo" on Punk Rock Girl, perhaps an undeserved slam
at Wes Montgomery.
Only ther Milkmen can put subtle parody in something called the Puking Song.
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thoughts?
Metaphysical Graffiti- Enigma
1990.

More of the same, but a few experiments go a little
awry - "Beige Sunshine" starts the record off with a hilarious children's
chorus, but then it turns into kind of a dumb hard rock song (not a good genre
for the Milkfellows, or anybody really, with the possible exception of
Bloodrock, whom you've probably never heard of), then later, Joe Jack confuses
slapstick for social critique in the rotten ballad "Dollar Signs In Her Eyes."
Even the Gibby Haynes-enhanced Yes-putdown "Anderson, Walkman, Buttholes And
How!" is pretty friggin' weak for a Butthole Surfers rip-off. However, the
songs that sound like the band as we've grown to love 'em (i.e. every other
song on the record) are just as cheer-inducing as you could expect from a band
that lives to make you smile. "If You Love Somebody, Set Them On Fire?" "In
Praise Of Sha Na Na?" "Methodist Coloring Book?" Learn 'em. Live 'em. Love
'em. Shave 'em and ram 'em up my ass! Joe Jack is gruffing up his voice to
avoid the "sissy" stereotype he was earning with that faux (rhymes with "ho")
British accent, and most of the lyrics are pretty clever in addition as well
too also. The ska stuff is spiffy, too - especially the wondermous "Little
Man In My Head."
And the funniest bit on the whole album - heck, maybe the
funniest bit of their entire career - is accessible only to diehard Zeppelin
fans. No one else will get it, or even realize that it's there. But it is.
Right there at the beginning of "Methodist Coloring Book." Aww man. I laughed
for weeks. It's short. It's stupid. It's vague. But ahhh man, they do it
so well.
- Reader Comments
- hijinks@utarlg.uta.edu (Thomas Rickert)
Have you ever noticed how Zeppelin is like, the ultimate band to make
fun of? The jokes are always funny when its about zep, and rarely when
its about anybody else. I mean, think of jokes about the Stones or the
Beatles? Dud. Not funny. Crawl off and die. But Zep! Zep. One
instantly laughs. Wonder why that is... Anyway. The cover, like the
cover of Beelzebubba, is just great. A toy brownstone!!!! Whoda thunk
it?! Not me. Not you. 'Twas those brainy zany milkboys!!
- amcquill@home.com (Andrew McQuillan)
I thought Gibby Haynes was actually on that last song. Didn't he do the
lyrics or something? I know I saw his name in the credits.
And yeah, before I had even heard this album, I'd see the picture of the
album cover on different sites and laugh my ass off.
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thoughts?
Soul Rotation - Hollywood 1992.

After one of the Metaphysical Graffiti tour
shows, I had myself a little chit-chat with Mr. Anonymous (or should I say
"H.P. Hovercraft"), and he told me that on the upcoming album (tentatively
entitled In The Court Of The Crimson Milkman), he would be playing more
keyboards, singing fewer songs, and ensuring that most of the lyrics
revolved around UFOs. Silly me, I thought he was kidding. No sir. He sings
lead on three of these thirteen songs; Joe Jack (or "Butterfly
Fairweather") does the rest...which is fine, especially since these songs
aren't supposed to be funny. They're beautiful little pop gems (except for
the crappy ones - "Big Scary Place" and "Silly Dreams," for example) with one
foot in Martianville and the other hand takin' a ride on the Paranoia
Express. Lots of keyboards, but not crap. Just nuance, essence, and verve to
complement the lovely guitar strumming. Lovely. That's an accurate
description. Not funny, no, but "How It's Gonna Be" is an awfully amusing
sixties soul shot about how life is just a big smelly piece of Tom Snyder. So
there's your humor, Mr. Picky!
In closing, let me say that this is the
prettiest collection of melodies that The Dead Milkmen have ever done (well,
about five of them are pretty - the rest are just....uhh....CATCHY, as it
were).
- Reader Comments
- Billsangry@aol.com
This album would have worked better if it had been done acoustic. The songs are kind of REM like. I'm not sure if that's supposed to be a
compliment..
- strankeydurphy@msn.com
Okay, it looks like I'm gonna have to be the brave one (representing untold numbers) to say that this album completely sucked and is definitely THE one that completely rammed their career STRAIGHT into the ground. I know it, you know it, and most of all, the Dead Milkmen know it. Hey, maybe it was just their time. Shit! They already provided us with years of.....well........who really wants to call it anything anyways?
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If I Had A Gun EP - Hollywood 1992.

Studio version of the title track, nice live versions of two other Soul
Rotation tracks, plus a really great surf-pop instrumental called
"Dolce" and a live version of "Bitchin' Camaro" that is preceded by a story
about death that only Rodney Anonymous could find hilarious. That's my
review and I won't have you demeaning it. If you have anything to say, keep
it to yourself. Rich, please don't include an "Add Your Comments?" link
after this review. This is my finest work to date and I will not stand for
any criticism of it.
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worthless pathetic mortal thoughts?
Now We Are Ten - Fan Club 1993.

Aaaah, the Dead Milkmen.Milkmen? NO!
Dead? YES!
Aaaah, the Dead Milkmen.
Which reminds me of a fantastic way to make
people happy. If a female person you know (friend, sister, mother, teacher) tells you that she is going to hang out with another female person (her
sister, friend, grandmother, etc), as they're leaving together, be sure and shout out the door, "HAVE A LESBO-RIFFIC TIME!" Ha hahha!
HEEEEE YEAaaahah i don't see much action.
It's not my fault all girls are fags and my dick's so big it throws 'em across the room.
Aaaah,
the Dead Milkmen. This was apparently a CD issued to the band's fan club in 1993 to celebrate their decade-old anniversary. It is composed of
four songs from their 1983 cassette Funky Barn, three from the infamous Death Rides A Pale Cow demo from '84, then a whole
bunch of songs that comprise a live 1984 radio concert called Dead Milkmen Take The Airwaves, a live version of the compilation track
"Stupid Mary Anne" from '87, a throwaway live '92 "Surfin' Cow" and finally a cover of The Yardbirds' "Shapes Of Things" (NOT "Nothing Can
Change The Shape Of Things To Come" - GOD, i hate that song with every vein in my eye!) recorded in Joe Jack Talcum's basement in
1993.
Essentially the appeal here is the rare tracks and early versions of songs that would end up on Big Lizard. (It sure isn't the
stage patter - holy cinnamon rolly is Rodney Anonymous an unfunny human being). The rare tracks are a great intrigue-laden attack on Jerry
Lewis called "Labor Day" that was probably left off the album for fear of lawsuits ("he'd be broke if it weren't for his disease!"? Yikes!), a silly short
BAD throwaway called "Don't Abort That Baby," a cool percussion-mouthnoise-and-harmonica-laden instrumental entitled "Land Of The Shakers,"
an upbeat simple-but-nice Ramones tribute referred to as "I Don't Wanna," a fast number with a GREAT bass line that should have for DAMN sure
been on one of their albums (called "Dance With Me," like TSOL might name an album) and an honestly TUNELESS Meatmen reference entitled
"Milkmen Stomp." And I do mean TUNELESS. As in, they wrote no music for the song and just beat on their instruments like a bunch of college
kids who think they're getting away with free jazz but aren't. HA! I CAUGHT YOU BLOODY-HANDED, BAND!
As for early versions, "Bitchin'
Camaro" is slower than you're used to, but it leaves Dean Clean room to really kick out the jam with some AWESOME fills, "Takin' Retards To
The Zoo" features a cutesy "oh-oh-oh!" refrain instead of the tard "whooooa!" that you've heard all these many many years gone by, "I Hate
Myself" is destroyed by vocals shouted at the PERFECTLY wrong note to ruin the rest of the song (guess the band felt the same because they
ended it a verse early without warning Rod!)
(Stewart, that is).
"VFW" becomes "Censored World" for radio play and I'm done. As the
Rodman (Dennis) says at the end of the live show, "If we've offended you, take a hike."
I thought it was nice of him to promote the appreciation
of a nature tour like that. So many of our young rock and roll bands today preach nihilism and disdain for all that is Christian and good. Like
buttfucking with three dicks crammed up there at the same time.
Oh hell, did I say "CHRISTIAN and good"? I of course meant "FISTING and
good."
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Not Richard, But Dick - Hollywood
1993.

The emphasis here is on psychiatric problems. Joe Jack
is paranoid, depressed, schizophrenic, but "Not Crazy!" And Rodney sings half
of 'em, which is nice, although two of them ("I Dream Of Jesus" and "Let's Get
The Baby High") are the worst pieces of pseudo-humor horsewhisker since "Beach
Party Vietnam." CATCHY, THOUGH!!! All catchy and no catchy makes Joe Jack a
catchy catcher!!!! Ketchup. Catnip. Carpnipples. The album's too short,
though. It's only like 28 minutes long.
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- Billsangry@aol.com
Good luck finding this one. It vanished from sight the year after it was released.
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Chaos Rules - Live At The Trocadero - Restless
1994.

I saw the old Milkmen about five times when they were
around, and enjoyed the living daylights out of them nearly every time (until
the final show I attended, at which I spent far too much time analyzing the
strange phenomenon of the steadily-youngening Dead Milkmen fanbase to enjoy
the cool tunes they were playing). See, they're all really short and Rodney
has the sense of humor of a 15-year-old. So kids just gots to laugh at his
stupid one-liners! It's not as funny if you're older (in fact, at times he
often just sounds awfully dumb), but that doesn't change the fact that these
songs are catchier than hell! There's also a remarkable emphasis on Big
Lizard tunes, so fans of the early stuff can sing along while learning
how darn good their later stuff is too. There's only one problem -- the bass
is poorly-recorded throughout. And, what with the bass being a really key
component of their sound, the songs suffer. As such, this isn't a terribly
good way to introduce a prospective fan to the band. Still, if you KNOW the
tunes, you'll love the energy, humor and verve with which they play them in
a live setting. Plus, although Soul Rotation and Not Richard
tunes had to be left of the CD because Hollywood owned them, the DMs still
had the balls to sneak an unlisted "If I Had A Gun" onto the very end! Ha!
Ha for you AND America!
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Stoney's Extra Stout (Pig) - Restless 1995.

I gotta be honest with you;
most people hate this band. Even people who USED to like them pretty much
hate them now. Something about "growing up" or "maturing" or something. But
dude...this stuff is really entertaining! The melodies here are just your
basic barre chord things - very simple and minimal, almost live-sounding and
lacking the input from outside musicians that made Beelzebubba and
Bucky Fellini sound so full; howe'er, it still seems like an attempt to go back to the
old Milkmen style. Rodney sings (well, recites) eight of these fifteen
songs, and they're all pretty clever. Although perhaps not as effortlessly
hilarious as their finest work, tracks like the ridiculous spy story "Peter
Bazooka," the religious query/Shaggs tribute "When I Get To Heaven," and the truly persuasive anti-work
manifesto "Chaos Theory" are surprisingly thoughtful and intriguing. Others,
like "Helicopter Interiors" (which sounds a whole lot more like an Eat Your
Paisley! track than one from Soul Rotation or Not Richard, But
Dick) and "The Girl With The Strong Arm" just don't make a whole lot of
sense. But who cares? They're still toe-tappingly swell. On occasion,
especially in "Don't Deny Your Inner Child," Rodney's recitations sound like
little more than King Missile rip-offs, but aside from these moments, they are
almost all eminently enjoyable. Oh yeah.
And the other half?
Well, Joe Jack's just gettin' wussier by the day. I love his bouncy pop ones
(especially "I Can't Stay Awake" and "Big Deal"), but his adult pop love stories,
"I'm Flying Away" and "Like To Be Alone," reach far too high and just don't
make it at all. And then, of course, there's "Chrystalline," a lounge jazz
thing sung by....hmm....Dean, maybe? Whoever sings it, it is by far the least
Milkmen-esque song ever recorded (except possibly "Like To Be Alone," but let's
not mention that song any more, okay?). I don't know what's been on Joe Jack's
mind since Soul Rotation; maybe he just got tired of feeling like a joke?
Unfortunate. He was a pretty good joke. Still, he's also a pretty good
songwriter. You take some basic chords and put them in a nice order and by
golly, you're a pop genius. That's all it takes. I miss The Dead Milkmen.
- Reader Comments
- salvo@cetlink.net (Greg Ellis)
after the dead milkmen broke up joe the guitarist started a band called
touch me zoo. their songs were dark, quiet, like soul rotation kind
of, but better. they just recently broke up. rodney, the singer, is now
in a bizarre celtic band called "burn witch" and i think they have a cd
coming out. joe's "new" new band is "the toqn managers" who i booked a
show for down here in charlotte nc a few months back. they are pop-punk
in the vein of jawbreaker i would say. but yeah, the DM will one day
get the recognition they deserve! ah...only in an imperfect world can
such genius be misunderstood!
- HoosBill@aol.com (Mike)
Hi!! My name's Mike and I'm glad you like the Milkmen as well as I. But
one thing I need to say is that : - Their songs are really or at least
pretty
funny. They are one of the most talented and gifted bands I've heard.
(Although they couldn't play for crap during the BLIMB days), I agree with
you
on that. Anyways, I really like most parts of your reviews. They are really
good.
- vox_overflow@hotmail.com
how could you talk about the milkmen that way?? they are not some
shitty band like tonic that you can just talk about how ever you please.
these guys have attained something that's not very easy to do. they
have a huge cult following. i know most people hate them, and that
altogether, they didn't sell a million records, but dammit they wrote
killer music. and i'm not just some sorry fan. i consider myself to be
a music connoisseur, just like i am sure you consider yourself. i
listen to hundreds of different bands, and dammit, the milkmen are my
favorite. right there with led zeppelin, nirvana, pink floyd, 311, rage
against the machine.
- davelang@melbpc.org.au (David)
Jesus, Mark, I can't believe you'd stoop so low as to dedicate a page to
Dead Milkmen reviews. "Funny". Yeah, right... Doing a Matchbox 20 page
next?
- xander@hotmail.co (Alexander William Ross I)
Hey, I've noticed that there's a Dead Milkmen album that's absent from
your record reviews page. It's called Death Rides a Pale Cow: The
Ultimate Collection, and is their greatest hits album (not to be
confused with their demo tape of the same name). It contains most of
their classics (although Taking Retards to the Zoo is missing, sadly).
The Soul Rotation and Not Richard, But Dick albums are completely
unrepresented in the collection. Two previously unreleased songs have
been included: Milkmen Stomp and Labor Day. If you're a casual Milkmen
fan like myself, and don't want to lay out the bread for their entire
catalog, it's worth picking up.
- daz99cox@hotmail.com (Daz Cox)
I was a major fan and promoter of the milkmen ever since I heard their
first album. I saw them live right before Beelzebubba and they were cool
enough to let my girlfriend and her friend in the gig for free as we didn't know it
was an 21 and over gig.(me and whatever that dudes name was were 21 and
left our women in the sandwich shop as we wouldn't miss seeing the milkmen
for a technicality!)
Anyway, up untill Soul Rotation I bought everything they did and played
everything from Nutrition and VFW to The Puking Song on my radio show
(85-90 on wmuw88.5 in Columbus Mississippi).
What the hell happened? Metapysical Graphiti was so damn good, the
first band I ever loved was shanana and their tribute was perfect.
Soul Rotation was such a dissapointment I think I cried and I havent
bought a tape until I got Death rides a pale cow. Which is ok considering the
cheesy filler songs, damn i know a band isn't perfect but up to soul
rotation I didn't hear one bad song! Anyway I still listen to the good stuff
and remember talking to the
guys after the gig, they were the kings in their day.
- billsangry@aol.com
The boys also released a CD, "Now We are Ten" through their fan club. It
contains a live radio broadcast of just about all of the songs on Big Liz.
It tops their first release. Contains some rare tracks also like "Don't
abort the baby" and "Land of the Shakers."
- spluzer@o2.ie (BoBo JoJo)
no way you crazy fuck - i loved the milkmen as a kid and still love the
fuckers now - those mutherfuckers rocked and they still do and i cried
when i heard they broke up cos maybe i'm just some loser from ireland
but i'll never get to see those guys play, and that really hurts - you
fuckin asshole you're an asshole don't dis the milmen so fuck yiz all -
someone needs to take you to the zoo
- elranchorelaxo@roadrunner.com
saw the dm three times in the wasteland of the midwest- springfield,
mo. changed my life
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Now We Are 20 - Restless 2003

This is an official release of Now We Are Ten, complete with tons of little essays inside and an additional three tracks: "Ask Me To Dance" from the Instant Club Hit EP, an okay Mott The Hoople cover, and a less-than-okay Specials cover. Buy it!
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