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Bloodhound GangHefty Fine Jimmy Franks/Geffen/UMG Who would have thought 'Hooray For Boobies' would come to represent some kind of peak? Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss is unfortunately one of the few tracks here to go the skewiff Europop route which scored Bloodhound Gang an international hit in 2000 with The Bad Touch (and try as it might to disguise it, it's The Bad Touch rhythm track re-made). The rest of 'Hefty Fine' is typified by lead single Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo, reliant on the Gang's limited musicianship as they run up and down chords. Frontman Jimmy Pop Ali, the Special Needs Eminem, falls back on a few too many list songs and where once he could pile up details into a caustic observation here it fails to add up. Ralph Wiggum for one should bounce like it amounts to something, a point of oblivious loser identification. Instead go-nowhere guitar and Jimmy Pop's flat, cadence-of-convenience delivery conspire to bury great Simpsons lines like "She's touching my special area". Then there's Something Diabolical which sounds like lightweight P.O.D.: it's the kind of song which Bloodhound Gang would once have sampled and taken the piss out of but now there's neither hook nor punchline, just a pointlessly portentous effort which really belongs in the poetry journal of modern music, the side project. At a mere 36 minutes this is hardly a hefty release though so I don't suppose they could cut any tracks. Album closer No Hard Feelings sees the bitter, down-beat tone of 'Hefty Fine' fall into place. It's a break-up album, suffused in loathing as Jimmy Pop disses his ex on Pennsylvania and I'm The Least That You Could Do before concluding "ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore". In a bumper year for disappointing releases this wooden spoon contender is not only the album most likely to be left face down; it's also the disc least likely to be listened to.  |
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