Review by Darren Kerr
Some people are going to tell you that this is Primus' best offering since Sailing the Seas of Cheese, that it's better than Pork Soda and Tales from the Punchbowl. Well, it's not. In fact, it is one annoying pain in the ass of a record. For every wicked song like "Fisticuffs" and "Bestin' Bones," there are two nursery rhyme-ish irritations like "Puddin' Taine." Les Claypool may be a bass-playing wunderbar, but the schtick is wearing mighty thin.
I like a good challenge as much as the average weird listener, but I'm growing weary defending Primus. Trying to find a decent song on Claypool's Holy Mackerel album was like trying to find a Jeff Conaway flick where everyone keeps their clothes on, and this production ain't no great shakes either.
Message to the new drummer Brain, who's replaced Tim 'Herb' Alexander: I hope I'm wrong, but I think you missed the salad days.
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