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A raw, funny, and rude album that feels like a hummer from a gutter skank while on bathtub LSD. Yeah, the Butthole Surfers are hard to describe. Combining scuzzy blues rock with a grab-bag of weirdness that has to be heard to be understood -- Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart proceed the Surfers, and bands like Ween and Primus follow in their wake. If Hunter S. Thompsan's alter-ego Raoul Duke had stopped everything in the middle of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas to compose an album, this would be that album.
The last album the Surfers put out before the far more polished Electric Larryland brought them national attention, this is BS's Bleach, and like that album its the best of their career. Here we find the band at the peak of their technical prowess before their sound would be filtered through million dollar studios, still creatively free to experiment and screw around, but taking their music seriously enough to produce something you want to listen to more than once despite the high weirdness.
For the Surfers being even weirder, try Locust Abortion Technician, for the Surfers aiming for the mainstream check out Electriclarryland.