Sweaty Nipples

(Megaforce)
by Chaz Thorndike

Five loads of supercharged chaos in a handy new Megaforce package. You’d think that by reading the ingredients you’d know what you were getting yourself into. Only four are labeled. The secret ingredient, buried between #2 and #3, deals with sampling that special sauce in the privacy of one’s own bathroom. I imagine it would be redundant to say this is bad taste. It’s scary because the accompaniment sounds like that tosser from The Talking Heads.

“Demon Juice” and “Rum Warrior” are much easier to swallow, so to speak. Rampaging Godzilla rhythms, solos like machine gun fire ricocheting off his scales, and thundering, tribal/aerobic drumming. Most “vocals” are cat-skinning howls and occasional verses of some kind. Three people yell, two play bass, two play guitar, two play drums, all run around a lot, all make goofy faces, all make incredibly nonsensical statements to the press as to the underlying meaning of existence. Brilliance comes in many forms. If you were to mix the goofy humor and versatility of Primus and speedacidfunkmetal of Praxxis, the result might be Sweaty Nipples. Or it might blow up in your face. Or both.