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on October 22, 2004
Enough with the Butthole Surfers comparisons. I suppose it's inevitable, given Gibby's pedigree, but please - when held up to the inspired mayhem and relentless avant-gardeism of the Butthole's finest work (if you think I'm talking about anything released after 1988, you're in the wrong class - quit reading this, go to the record store, and buy the good stuff) any comparison is simply ridiculous.
This is a new project, and although King Coffey and Paul Leary made contributions, they were not part of the conceptualization. Gibby and his new team of Austin veterans have crafted a listenable album of psychedelic pop songs that, to my ears, bears little resemblance to any of their former projects. To me, this is to be commended - any one of these guys could have allowed themselves to coast on their reputations and crank out the same thing year after year. Instead they did something new, and it sounds pretty damn good. You want the Butthole Surfers? Go listen to Locust Abortion Technician. Want to hear what Gibby's up to now? Buy this record.