Reggie Noble
03-17-2006, 12:22 PM
I was driving home one evening on the jammed up CA highway system and I had just smoked a nice spleef. I slipped in the earbuds and spun the roulette wheel on my iPod. It landed on Crotchduster, Crotchopus, which until this time I had never laid ears on. When Miss Pussyflower shrieks, 'Put down my son's balls', followed by Keandu Reeves hollering 'Fuck youuuu!' I about shit myself. And then they spilled into Obituary riffs. I just couldn't believe my ears, man. Over the next three or four days I scrambled for a copy of the album. Once Amazon delivered, I found and hour and listened to it in its entirety. I've made 7 copies and sent them to unsuspecting dudes I know all over the country, and I still sing Mammal Sauce's chorus constantly. I am a fan for certain and see the genius underneath the raunch that most can't get through.
When RC intros Crotchduster and he starts talking in his death metal voice, man, whooo that is rich. "All right. THis is off our Big Fat Box of Shit album." That is sooo fuckin good man. Excellent job fellas.
When RC intros Crotchduster and he starts talking in his death metal voice, man, whooo that is rich. "All right. THis is off our Big Fat Box of Shit album." That is sooo fuckin good man. Excellent job fellas.