The release does have some sparkling moments, but either Dicky opens his mouth, or they commercialize the songs into pasteurized soon-to-be classic rock.
With the demise of Tesco Vee’s Hate Police came a glaring gap in Rock-n-Roll heroes. Imagine my glee when Tesco informed me that the Meatmen shall arise again.
Returning to sample-splattered techno/industrial beats laced with sarcastic “the world according to PWEI” rap/ranting, the songs reestablish the humor and ego.