Interscope Records
2000
Hooray For Boobies
About This Album
On one hand, it's easy to hate the Bloodhound Gang. They're vulgar, obnoxious, lunk-headed, awkward, offensive, and defiantly stupid. On the other hand, you almost have to admire the lengths that they go to be, well, defiantly stupid. It's not just in the words -- the music is as dumb and dopey as Jimmy Pop's ridiculous lyrics. This is really, really, really dumb music. Pop doesn't care about being cool, he just wants to make dirty jokes and sing silly songs. Granted, that's not for everyone, but if you find the very title of their third album, Hooray for Boobies, funny, you'll find that this is their masterpiece. Pop isn't just a white rapper, he also has a fondness for white-trash metal and a fetish for early-MTV one-hit wonders. He's also partial to jokes about puke, coughing, and sex. He never wastes an opportunity to be obvious. Instead of telling the story of Vivid girl Chasey Lain in "The Ballad of Chasey Lain," he writes the song from the point of view of a mock-stalker. Never mind that that doesn't constitute a ballad -- it's unclear what it is, actually -- and it's not really funny either, which an actual ballad about Chasey's rise to power could have been.
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