From the opening credits to the interview at the end with the guy who cleans and carts away the portable toilets, the film is predictably unpredictable.
Ex-Victims Family/Saturn’s Flea Collar folk, Ralph Spight and Larry Boothroyd, join up with drummer Joaquin Spengemann to produce some rockin’ brainy prog punk.
Only fatalistic determination, a full bottle of Captain Morgan’s, and lack of anything better to do kept me from flushing this stinkbomb halfway through.
The highlight is the dug deep groove of “To Know One,” which somehow combines Sabbath, Savatage, and Aerosmith funk and flips itself into a suicide dirge.
If pissed and pissed-off limeys with stripper fixations drunk on lousy Helmet records turn yer crank, then Groop Dogdrill is probably yer favorite band.