“Man Club” is another alterna-rock, semi-not-punk sort of song, “Heater On” is yet another attempt to exhume the Pixies that ends up with a dessicated corpse.
The Island of Dr. Moreau is a modernized version of an already twice-told tale of genetic manipulation. Marlon Brando tackles the role with a strange gusto.
Corn Syrup is in EVERYTHING! It knows no political boundaries. It discriminates against no man, woman, or child, regardless of race, creed, or social mores.
There’s a shitload of loners, losers, perverts, and weirdos who need to know which music will spice up the idiosyncratic flavors of their particular sex lives.
It seethes with hellhound hiss and blood sickness, all in high-contrast black-and-white with sanguinary splashes that’d give Herschell Gordon Lewis pause.
With elections approaching, I’m reminded of Kerri Strug, the itsy-bitsy US gymnast who won hearts when she cracked her ankle, yet managed to smile though it.