The perfect dunebuggy punk holiday for kicking sand in the face of 98 lb. weaklings and turning their goodie-two-shoes girlfriends into wanton go-go dancers.
Allin’s self-destructive, audience-abusing antics took performance art to new levels. Lower ones. Like Hated, this is a fetish movie. This one’s softcore.
“They play punk-infused arena rock like retarded hillbillies.” Like porn-obsessed faves the Dwarves, their carnal cravings and musical leanings seem the same.
It’s mind-boggling how many sugary-sweet pop punk tunes Dan Schafer (Dan Vapid) has penned or played. Screeching Weasel, Riverdales, and now The Methadones.
Singer is a hot chick who’ll kick your ass and the sleaze punk is ground out by guys sweating their balls off. Best tunes are the bottle-throwing party tunes.
The singer is actually male, he’s got a little bit of a Dead Milkmen/Jerry Lewis thing going on, but they love it in France, and that’s good enough for me.