Men of Porn – Review

Men of Porn

(Man’s Ruin)
by Jon Sarre

Something’s gotta be said for a record that kicks off with a ditty entitled “Comin’ Home (Smoking Pot On a Sunday Afternoon While UFO’s Drone Overhead),” ‘specially when said track is the sludgiest, hairiest, Butthole Surfers-meets-the Melvins dirge groove dreamt up by any Queen (or King) of the Stoned Age with a collective IQ exponentially smaller than Hawkwind with Lemmy about to be run out of the band at the Canadian border (and smart thinkers the Men of Porn being, this journey to the center of the couch cushions clocks in at the over-half sitcom length of 16:50).

Songs get shorter after that (but not what most listeners would refer to as “instantly accessible”), with the comparatively up-tempo “Dancing Black Ladies,” sounding like something you’d hear at a strip bar on a fat farm and the “if Tony Iommi invented the blues instead of the other way around” group headbang at the group home called “Porch Song.” Porn American Style‘s got eight more after that, all hiccuping loud speaker destroying noise workouts, designed, I guess, for when ya just wanna watch the static channel with the sound turned down.
(www.mansruin.com)