by request
At the dawn of consumer-level computer recording,
fellow Butthole Surfers Gibby Haynes and Jeff Pinkus -- vocals and bass,
respectively -- discovered that sampling, cutting and pasting, tagging
on some weird blips and beeps, as well as the occasional vocal, could be
an amusing lark. Never ones to offer a straight answer to the public,
this was just another flight down the sonic rabbithole for the Butthole
Surfers during their transition from an independent to a major label. At
best, this is a goof-off captured to disc; at worst, well, the joke's
on the listener. At least someone paid them to release this. And from
Pinkus himself, someone even paid the duo good money to push play on the
tape deck on stage in Europe for a two-week tour in support. Borrowing
from recording lexicon, the album is literally -- as is almost
everything recorded from the early '90s onward -- a digital dump: music
created and dumped -- transferred -- to the digital domain. Most
certainly, the title's irony was not lost on Haynes and Pinkus.
Unfortunately, this type of sound and recording -- though far more
fleshed-out, even if that would be digital flesh -- became the Butthole
Surfers' complete methodology years down the line, long after Pinkus had
split camp.
Tracklist
| 1 | Love-O-Maniac | 3:07 |
| 2 | Time Machines Pt. 1 | 4:57 |
| 3 | Time Machines Pt. 2 | 4:05 |
| 4 | L.A. Mama Peanut Butter | 3:28 |
| 5 | Do It | 3:21 |
| 6 | Swingers Club | 4:19 |
| 7 | Ventricular Refibulation | 4:03 |
| 8 | #6 | 2:45 |
| 9 | Don't Touch That | 3:09 |
| 10 | An Hawaiian Christmas Song | 3:33 |
| 11 | Flush | 1:21 |
