King Missile

The band that did "Detachable Penis" about eleven years ago.
*special introductory paragraph!
*Fluting On The Hump EP
*They
*Mystical Shit
*The Way To Salvation
*Happy Hour
*King Missile
*Failure
*The Psychopathology Of Everyday Life
*Royal Lunch
These guys used to be college rock favorites, with smart, snappy, silly independent classics like "Jesus Was Way Cool," "Take Stuff From Work," and "I Am A Sensitive Artist" entertaining intellectual youth from Harvard to Princeton, and every two-bit dive in between. Then, of course, they signed to a major label, tried to become a more serious hard rock band, and were quickly forgotten in favor of more reliably ironic funnymen like Ween, Zip Code Rapists, Sun City Girls, and "Weird Al" Yankovic. Okay, not really "Weird Al" Yankovic. Can't a fellow dream, though? Is that so wrong? So King Missile used to be a pretty great acoustic singalong band, back when they were called King Missile (Dog Fly Religion), but they became a bit shaky after a couple of key members were replaced in the early '90s. You'd still get the occasional clever lyric from anti-poet John S. Hall, and some of the metallic stuff was memorable, but not enough. Not enough. Oh well. But wait right there! Then they came back with a "III" after their name with their most idiosyncratic sound yet! You must hear it now! All of you!


Fluting On The Hump EP - Shimmy-Disc 1987.
Rating = 8


John, Alex, Rebecca, and Dogbowl - the earliest incarnation of King Missile (Dog Fly Religion) teamed up with New York producer and Shimmy-Disc label owner Kramer to put together this eleven-song EP/LP thing that is full of overly-reverbed acoustic anthems so innocuous as to be nearly Velvet Undergound-esque except, of course, for the plethora of silly lyrics that start to crop up a couple of tracks into side one. It starts kinda weak, with the dumb dark beat poetry of "Lou" and "At Dave's," but once they allow the mood to become more playful, the tunes become not just catchy, but essential listening, goshcrapit. Ten years after the fact, "Take Stuff From Work," "Sensitive Artist," "Wuss," and "Dick" still make college kids chuckle and pass the bong. They're not deep or eloquent or ironic; they're just funny!

John S. Hall has an incredible gift for making the crass and offensive seem wide-eyed and innocent; this partly comes from having such a wonderfully likable speaking voice, but it also has something to do with a childlike (though mature) writing style which he, unfortunately, exercises only at the band's finest moments - when he tries to be dark and realistic like Steve Albini, the songs are uncomfortable and no friggin' fun at all.

This is a dang hippyish record, aside from the first two songs. Musically, there's all these bongos, accordions, mouth harps and crap, augmented by nothin' but the natural planky tune of an ol' acoustic axepiece. Good enough. When not hilarious, it's at least catchy (aside from the first two tracks, which are, again, a total drag). It's a pretty short record, though - only like twenty-five minutes - so take that into account before you whip out the bread and make yourself a sandwich.

Reader Comments

amcquill@home.com (Andrew McQuillan)
At Dave's is an excellent song. The good thing about this record is that it doesn't feel long. The only ones I don't care for are Heavy Holy Man (it's not the same without John) and the title track, and even those are okay. I like the jazzy overtones in Wuss and intro in Take Stuff From Work, but the best part of that one is the part where the music just stops and John starts launching into his lyrics before the drums kick back stronger. Should of put more saxophone on Mystical Shit.

danner1515@yahoo.com (Dan Watkins)
A fun enough little EP, which is actually a nice addition to the Mystical Shit CD, but I'll take the second band line-up's stuff over this any day of the week. "Wuss" and "Sensitive Artist" are the obvious highlights here, but the rest is almost as enjoyable. Basically, this stuff is fun, but I like the more professional sound of next lineup.

Speck1106@cs.com
I like this period of king Misslie the best. unassuming though shitily recorded. I just found this and mystical shit together on one disc used and scarfed it! This is important stuff. I take the good with the bad and John S. Hall is an okay guy and this shit is funny as shit and i'm gonna go take a shit but 1st all i'm sayin is King Missile is (like taking a shit) one of life's unexpected and underrated pleasures. Good shit. Funny shit. one shit two shit red shit,. blue shit.

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* They - Shimmy-Disc 1988. *
Rating = 10


The epic. Twenty tracks of three-chord acoustic folk/pop dreaminess with John's stuffed-nose half-singing plopped like a reverbed terd right on top. I guess the key to enjoying this one is leaving all concepts of "musical development" at the door; this is rudimentary stuff - probably every single one of these melodies has been played before - but it's still more infectious and happiness-inducing than anything Bush will ever dream up, and that includes trading arms for hostages. The humor here is GOOD humor, not ha-ha humor. Lots of good vibes, even when John's singing about digging into his brains or plunging a pen into his veins or a bunny rabbit killing people on the subway. He just sounds so cute!!!!

Personally, only one or two tracks make me laugh aloud (the hippie anthem "Mr. Johnson," though it may have been considered a serious song in 1968, is a dang hoot right here in 1988 where we are living right now), but that's not the issue. I'd still read Mad Magazine if it were as catchy as this record! Mellow out, leave your bitter sarcasm and self-loathing at the door, and you should enjoy the America out of the second and final King Missile (Dog Fly Religion) record ever released. And sure, a few of 'em blow, but with TWENTY to choose from, how can you bitch? How??? How???? And "World War III Is A Giant Ice Cream Cone" can spend the rest of its life in my head as long as it brings that squirty guy from Brain Damage.

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steve.robey@mindspring.com
I'm so glad there's someone else who loves this album! I think it's their best too, though 10/10 is probably pushing it. After hearing this and exploring as many Dogbowl solo albums as I could find, the reason this album works so well is not the funny lyrics - it's Dogbowl's tuneful stuff behind them. He's to this band what Johnny Marr was to the Smiths (with Hall playing the unfortunate role of Morrissey). And really, any album that ends with a song called "Double Fucked By 2 Black Studs" has got to be great.

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Mystical Shit - Shimmy-Disc 1990.
Rating = 7


Half of the original band (or more!) had left by this point, taking with them that charming (Dog Fly Religion) feel-good sound that had defined the band up to this point in its career. And thus beginneth the reign of the "electrified" King Missile, a group of slick players who tossed off way too many crappy funk metal melodies to be considered innovative, regardless of Hall's increasingly ironic lyrics in tracks like "Rock-N-Roll Will Never Die" and "No Point." It still works when the band is playing decent pop and John is using his innocent guise (as in "Jesus Was Way Cool," "The Sandbox," and "Cheesecake Truck" - easily the finest songs on here, aside from the Buzzcocks cover), but too often, they try to be dark, funky, and professional, usually resulting in what we in the business call "a lousy song."

Somehow it kinda works on the title track and "Open," which are foreboding, but in a cool hypnotic Led Zeppelin sort of way. My main concern is that some of John's lyrics on here are miserably uninspired - aforementioned "No Point," for example, takes a tired obvious philosophy and does not a thing to advance it, and worthless garb like "The Neither World" and "Frightened And Freezing" wouldn't have been fathomable on a record like They. Oh well. At least he still has a likable voice, and is even able to make a story of a sex-obsessed couple end up sounding like a generic love song ("They had made an agreement that when one of them died, the other would continue to live with and make love to the corpse. As luck would have it, they were both killed in a freak accident and died at the exact same moment - holding hands." Hate to ruin the song for you, but it's not that great anyway.).

In short, the problem with this first record featuring the brand-new Dogbowl-free lineup is that the band is one of those generic boogie rock bands instead of a generic acoustic folk band, so the pot-smoking charm has been replaced by a dumb sort of weakbutt headbanging mentality that just doesn't fit John's words or delivery at all, which is to say I mean that his words fit with happy pop music and I don't wanna hear him try to come up with darker lyrics just so they'll fit the music better, I mean, I hope that makes sense, you know, in short, the songs for the most part just aren't very catchy or interesting. Popular album, though!

Reader Comments

amcquill@home.com (Andrew McQuillan)
This album truly is 'the Mystical Shit' and the accompannying 'Fluting on the Hump' is excellent too.

danner1515@yahoo.com (Dan Watkins)
I bought this album on a whim when I saw it sitting facing out on a rack at Coconuts. Since it was $18.99, I was a little iffy about getting it, but I bought it any way. After all, when would I ever come across a King Missile album again in Alabama? I'm glad I bought it. I like it quite a bit. I haven't heard They yet (it's in the mail), so my opinion could change when I hear that one, but I actually really like the sound of the electric band here. I like a lot of the songs you don't seem to care for. "Gary And Melissa" has a really weird vibe to it that I like, and "No Point" is actually one of my favorite songs on the album. The high points you mentioned are really good too though. I'd give it an 8.

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The Way To Salvation - Atlantic 1991.
Rating = 8


A much more upbeat record than Shit, this major label debut brags some of John's finest guilt-free boy stories ever, including "The Story Of Willy," "The Indians," "My Heart Is A Flower," "Sex With You," and "Scotland," most of which feature that positive protagonist I've grown to love so.

Let me illustrate this better - "The Story Of Willy" is about the last day of human existence on the planet Earth. At one point in the song, Willy discovers that his friend Bob, in utter despair, has shot himself in the head. Willy, on the other hand, decides that since this is his last day on Earth, he's going to enjoy himself! And here's the kicker - where a Steve Albini or Jesus Lizard hero would predictably begin to plan a violent sexual assault on Bob's wife, Willy happily spouts out, "Maybe when Bob's wife comes home, I'll take her out dancing! Yeah, that's it!!! Dancing!!! I'm gonna go home and get changed!!!"

Of course, he ends up getting flattened by a steamroller, but that's hardly the issue. The point is that, as cruel as life can be, people don't need to make things worse by themselves becoming cruel. Any pain is too much pain. Just listen to "The Sandbox" from Mystical Shit; I now know that John was making an environmental statement, but I've always felt that it was an even more general statement about how simple and mean it is to destroy somebody else's bliss - the speaker is a little boy who discovers that somebody has taken a dooky in his sandbox. Yes, it's gross and yes, it's disgusting, but that's not all it is. It successfully turns the child against all society everywhere. "I'm never coming back to the sandbox," he screams at the end, "and I hate everybody!" Or something like that. And sure, it's funny, but it's sad, too, if you ever think about these things. Too much sorrow in this land, by golly. Which is why we need songs like "The Boy Who Ate Lasagna And Could Jump Over A Church"!!!!!

Some of these songs are still a blandity, but on the whole they're a heck of a lot more singalongable than the last batch, which is probably the best you can expect from a joke metal band. Too much beat poetry, though! "It's trite, contrived, and appallingly boring," indeed, Mr. Hall, if I may call you Mr. Hall.

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Happy Hour - Atlantic 1992.
Rating = 8


The music on this one is really good - like the last one, it's hankfull of catchy moody pop tunes that, as simple as they are, stick in your head a heck of a lot longer than any word Jon Sencio has uttered since birth. Oh sure, they're not all fantastaler; a few attempts at artiness (like "Ed") just drag on and on and on, and there's some of the old rotten stinkfunk boppin' around too. However, none of that matters a whit 'cuz this is the record with "Detachable Penis!" Stupid, obvious, and unfunny, the song became an instant MTV classic, and good for it! Those are three infectious echoed minor chords, I gots to tell ye.

The only problem with this record? Weak lyrics from start to finish. John appears to have lost all sense of irony and lomped right on over into irritatingly blatantville, with godawful sentences like "I want to be different - just like everybody else. I want to be like all the different people!" and "And so the very evil children took the dog out to play in the park. Then they took him home and refused to set him on fire." That said, the moronic obscenity "Martin Scorcese" is funnier than all heck (at least, the first time you hear it) and the serious ones are just dull enough to be entirely inconsequential. Which leaves us to ponder the impressively strong sense of melody displayed by the players on this one; they just keep coming up with catchy fluff and topnotch groovers from rising action to denouement! It's a pity that Hall's talent took a field day in '92, but close your word-huntin' ear, mellow out to the instrumental groovedivesoapdish, and, like at least one person I know, you might just find yourself throwing this one on once every couple of weeks.

You know, the hilarious thing is that I'm now reading this review in 2004 (I wrote it in '97), and I have NO CLUE who Jon Sencio is!

Reader Comments

DougS@aol.com
I bought this album to see if King Missile was a one trick pony with "Detachable Penis". Sure enough, it was. For some reason I figured that this would be a punky sort of record. Now I don't know what I was thinking. Oh well. "Penis" is still one cool tune in a DEVO-ish sort of way and keeps me from unloading the CD. And I think the lyrics are funny regardless of what the LUMP-ish one says....

Overall King Missile got lucky with "Penis". A better band that a year later would put out a better album in the "Twilight Zone" territory that King Missile played around in was Sublime. "Date Rape" wasn't a one trick pony. And these guys had better range (hardcore punk and reggae/ska) than Missile could ever hope to have. In summation, if you can find a compilation party album that has "Penis" on it, go buy it. Otherwise go buy a Sublime album....

WertyPlok@aol.com
i liked the happy hour cd........ especially the lyrics about the very evil children and being different like everybody else...... thats all i have to say............. (though i agree detachable penis wasn't as great as evryone seemed to think) everything else was great! different...... but great!

amcquill@home.com (Andrew McQuillan)
Good to see a page where someone reviews King Missile. Unfortunately, this is the only album I have since their shit is hard to find. This album is so great. Some songs work better than others but it rules. A masterpiece.

danner1515@yahoo.com (Dan Watkins)
Funny. For a few weeks Kazaa had me believing that the Butthole Surfers did "Detachable Penis." Folks, if you're going to rip a song to an mp3, do the world a favor and credit the right band. Anyway, as catchy as "Detachable Penis" is, there are plenty of other great songs on this one. "Why Are We Trapped," "VulvaVoid," and the surprisingly pretty "Anywhere" are just as enjoyable in my opinion. I agree that the lyrics here are a little sub-par--I personally don't really like "Martin Scorsese." I heard that was their follow-up single to "Detachable Penis." How??? Were they TRYING to go down in history as a dirty novelty act? Anyway, I think things get a little dull near the end, but hey, this album is a lot more consistent than most people would probably have you believe. I give this one an 8.

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King Missile - Atlantic 1994.
Rating = 6


Sigh. I guess they're trying to play jazzy metal or something. It's okay, but not nearly memorable enough to make you want to hear it twice. And the pop songs suck!!!! "Open Up" sounds like Blind Melon, "What If" has a disgustingly Presidents Of The United States Of America feel to it, and aaaj, rhkaot to hell with it. The words aren't as rank as they were on the last one, but they ain't good, either (except maybe "The Dishwasher," which is pretty great though repetitive and overlong), and without earthcracking tuners to back up his little blurbs, there's crap to latch onto. And who the poop wants to latch onto crap? What do they want from me? False praise? I am not he who lavishes false praise!

Reader Comments

herbiethehubcap@earthlink.net
I don't know, I've always felt this to be their best record. I wouldn't say they are trying to be metal, Dave had already had experiences with that in early Bongwater, but the music in the first half of the record isn't up to par. The real record doesn't really start until "Delores" with probably has some really deep meaning that I don't feel like trying to figure out. See, that's the thing about John. He'll write something, say "Socks," and you'll think, hmm, this must be about obsessive-compulsive" or something to that effect. Then you'll hear some psychology student on the radio go into detail, about the 'descent into madness' or whatever. You just have to realize, in later King Missile, whatever you interpret the song as, it's probably one level deeper. Socks is one of the perfect King Missile II songs (the other being "Ed") Because it captures all the band members at their best. That and "Dishwasher." Dave isn't the kind of guitarist to carry a song with three rotating chords, like Dogbowl was, because we all know that one loses interest in a song without a good melody. That's why Dog Fly Religion was so generic. But pairing these two is perfect, because it has a good melody to carry John's 'monolouges.' See? SEE? They're like symbionts, or something. Whatever. See this is that deeper meaning stuff I'm talking about. I might add that Roger is a spectacular drummer as well. Proving that the three other members can work together very well, we have the best song on the record, "King David's Dirge." That doesn't sound very pseudo-metal anymore, does it? "Happy Note" seems kinda symbolic to me, like they knew Atlantic was gonna drop them. Times up. That'll be 100 bucks.

rottingcarrot@hotmail.com (Brion Briggsh)
I like this album. it takes a bit of getting used to and there are some boring tracks but there are some nice melodies in some of the songs. Songs like Love is.... "love is beautiful like forest of pine and wonder/ love is not ugly like invisible brain control or rats in a puddle of vomit" and the commercial are really hillarious too. I'd give the album a 7/10

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Failure - 1998.
Rating = 8


King Missile III! A new line-up! No more metal or seriousness! The new band plays avante-jazz/rnb/grove/snazz/bluesy/noise/crankle/floop and John recites hilarious little monologues about sex and cute animated creatures. Hardy! Finally John has found the spiritual follow-up to Fluting On The Hump. It's not acoustic folk, mind you, but it IS the artsiest and quite possibly funniest King Missile record of all time. It gets a little slow near the end, but for the most part, these 14 tracks are fucking great. A high 8! Probably my favorite King Missile record aside from They. But be careful -- this isn't pop music. It's very loose, almost improvisational organ-violin-and-acoustic-bass driven music with John Hall telling silly stories over it. But isn't that what the appeal of King Missile has always been? Who needs that pseudo-metal crap, eh????
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WertyPlok@aol.com
i like psuedo metal crap....... *sigh*

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The Psychopathology of Everyday Life - Instinct/Knitting Factory 2003.
Rating = 8


Still King Missile III, but the quintet has been chopped down to a trio. The disc doesn't sound as ethnic as the last one, with the music rotating between piano riffs of various moods, synth/bass/drum groovedowns (of both the "rock" and the "industrial" variety) and nonexistent anythings. Which I guess you'd call "spoken word," except backed by crowd noise (The five-part "Pain Series"), a smashing drum solo ("The President") or creepy wind and traffic noises ("Jim"). However your ears perceive the dreams of us all, you will probably wind up focusing more on the words. The words of Mr. John S. Hall, music lawyer. John is getting no less clever -- just much more PROFANE! The five-part "Pain" series, for example (split into: "Hot Coffee," "Hammer Thumb," "Paper Cut," "Cold Pool" and "Stomach Cramps") features 32 variations of the world fuck, 6 goddamns, 4 shits, a bastard, a son of a bitch and, somehow, TWO piss christs. "Damned If I Know" features 3 fucks, 3 shits, an ass, an asshole and a scumbag. "The Miracle Of Childbirth" features 15 fucks, 1 hard-on, 3 asses, 3 cunts, 2 pussies, 2 dicks, 1 wet and loose, 1 doggy style, 1 bitch, 1 clit, 1 slit, 1 tit and 1 shit. And of course, the coup-de-ville "The President" features, at last count, SIXTY-ONE fucks, TWENTY-ONE scumbags, TWENTY shits, 3 assholes, 1 ass, 1 cum, 1 hard-on, 1 prick, 1 dick and one wish for assassination. The other songs are child-friendly.

I'm not going to put forth any theories like "he's given up on radioplay and no longer cares about watching his language" or "he's so angry at Bush that he can't help his profanity," but I asked the guy and he said it's just profane because all of these songs ended up on the same CD. He finds it entertaining to break taboos, and no one can deny the taboo nature of both the unspoken sexy, grotesque side of childbirth and the media's sheeplike acceptance of whatever our moron president wants to do (as exemplified by the recent NYC tabloid cover headline reading "AXIS OF WEASELS: FRANCE AND GERMANY WIMP OUT ON IRAQ"). Why are we so deadset on going against Iraq? I don't know. Nobody knows! Is it for oil? Is it so we can finally get rid of Nutjob Saddam once and for all? That's probably a large part of it. Even if he doesn't pose a threat to us at this time, he HAS been a powerhungry nogoodguy for quite some time. Is it so we can establish a government more friendly to the U.S.? Probably, yes. But one thing's for sure: If Bush is telling the truth when he says, "We KNOW he has chemical weapons," that can only be because his father came up to him one day and said, "Say son, I don't mean to worry you, but back when Reagan was in office, we shipped a bunch of chemical weapons over to Iraq to help in the fight against Iran." Whatever it is Bush is so eager to do, he hasn't been honest about it, nor have any of his people. I'm not saying it's an easy job to be President - especially when the entire country is looking to you to get revenge for 9/11/01. But surely we could get a more honest and intelligent team in there than we have right now. I mean, look at this Rumsfeld dipshit -- is the man even CAPABLE of opening his mouth without saying something stupid?! But enough from me, a guy who gets all his news from Yahoo!.

As for the new King Missile III CD -- if you like metaphors, cussing and really clever humor that may or may not lampoon the emotionless cruelty of meat-eaters, the despicable nature of God Almighty and the fine line between fashion leaders and fashion disasters, you do very much need to consider purchasing it. It's really good!

Reader Comments

danner1515@yahoo.com (Dan Watkins)
Ehhh... I don't know about this one. Sure, it's kind of amusing in its unrestrained vulgarity, but this stuff doesn't really make me laugh. Okay, "The President" is so profane that it's actually downright impressive, and the "Pain Series" tracks are funny the first could of times. However, stuff like "JLH" and "The Miracle Of Birth" don't really strike me as funny, rather they just seem awkward. This CD really just confuses me. Has John S. Hall just decided to completely do comedy now? I know his lyrics have always been funny, but this stuff sounds like a flat-out comedy album. Oh well. I won't give this one a rating since I've only heard it a few times, and I'm still really not sure what I think of it. It doesn't really sound like the kind of album that has a whole lot of re-play value though.

steve.robey@mindspring.com
Funny anecdote about this one. See, my wife is pretty open-minded. But she's also pretty pregnant. And no matter how open minded you are, there's a little voice inside us all that is just PETRIFIED that our children might see or hear something profane, offensive and horrible, and might thereby "go down the wrong road" to a life of prostitution, drug abuse, and crime. And though I don't believe that such results can come from hearing a record album, I've still decided to take extra pains to make sure our unborn daughter never gets her hands on this CD.

My wife and dog stayed in the car while I ran into the grocery store to pick up a few items this past weekend. Looking for something to do, she looked through the CDs I had in the car, and thought, "Hey, King Missile! I kinda like them and they're pretty funny. Let's read some lyrics!" I wish I could have prepared her. But taken out of context, stuff like "The President" and "The Miracle of Childbirth" just should not be consumed by anyone not ready for it. Even I have to agree that tracks like these aren't even really funny, they're just heavy-handed profanity - and John Hall is certainly capable of better (take "Martin Scorsese" for example). Sad to say, my wife no longer likes King Missile any more (how come my copy of "They", also in the car at the time, didn't have a lyric sheet? Those songs are much more clever - and cleaner!)... but there are still some pretty good tracks on this CD.

"My Father" raises a dry smile whenever I hear it, and the reading of the "play" in the middle is hilarious. "Ennui" shows John taking a bemused look at the jaded state of his own sense of humor, and "Damned if I Know" is just stupid enough to still be funny. Overall though, this one's pretty much a disappointment. Although musically, I prefer KM III to the prior edition with Chris Xefos and Dave Rick. But damn I miss DOGBOWL! Buy his solo albums - they're wonderful!

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Royal Lunch - Important 2004
Rating = 7


Didn't I just review this album? The one with the strange percussive and stringed instruments, violins and ridiculous amounts of grotesque obscenity? The one with the "Pain Series" tracks and anti-Bush sentiments? The one entitled The Psychopathology of Everyday Life? Oh hang on, I pulled out the wrong CD.

Oh here we go. Royal Lunch is a good record, believe me. It's plenty melodic, and flows deliciously back and forth between cocktail jazz, drum/bass rock, disco, carnival waltzes, weird wonderful ethnic melodies on homemade instruments and even a traditional POP/ROCK SONG! With John SINGING!!! A few of them are made-up-on-the-spot throwaways, but only a few (out of 16); most of these compositions are actual, memorable pieces of "music."

However, the lyrics are... I mean, I love John S. Hall, we all know that. But too many of these compositions seem like half-written one-liners. I never thought I'd complain about TOO MUCH graphic language, but a lot of it seems more purposeless than it had on the previous record. Still, John IS John, so he of course comes up with a number of hilarious lines (from "The Chosen": "Well, you fucked up didn't you? You sell your soul to the devil, you get like four dollars, but if you had come when God called, you would have gotten whatever you want - a nose job, 50-inch TV set, a waterbed filled with Callista Flockhart's urine, whatever you want." From "Brains Will Explode": "You should never fuck your relatives unless they're dead. And even then you usually have to wait until after the funeral."), and it's quite difficult not to laugh at such ludicrous concepts as "Get Down With The Funky Shit" (in which the narrator IS, in fact, talking about SHIT) and "Antimatter" (an instant King Missile all-time classic that finds John daydreaming about such superheroes as Bigdickman and Ordinaryman); I think I'm just disappointed because his lyrics were almost all universally witty on the last two. But that's just comparisons to past performances. Compared to other SONGWRITERS, John is still one of the most unique and unpredictable men in the field. He goes places most writers avoid, and is never EVER content with a generic idea.

Again, Royal Lunch's music is both instrumentally and stylistically diverse, and John has never given an uninteresting vocal performance. So if you're into the KMIII sound, you gotta get it got it good!

You ever have one of those days when you just don't feel "funny"? This is definitely one of those days. Part of the problem of setting myself up as a "funny" writer is that I disappoint myself when nothing happens. At any rate, I hope the review itself was decent. I mean, I hope you can tell whether or not to buy the album. Say! Did I mention fags are gay?

There, that did it! Move over, Paul Rodriguez -- Ol' Prind is back on top of the comedy heap!

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