Hug

God Gasm (Big Block)

Listening to Hug will make your urine burn a little more than usual. The local porn purveyors, expelled from Ministry’s The Land of Rape and Honey, produce Casio keyboard and fuzzed-out, guitar-driven erotic odysseys and oddities recalling Big Black’s The Rich Man’s Eight Track Tape, while making Steve Albini sound like a poet in the process. The perverts’ fifth album, God Gasm, unveils “Victoria’s Secret” (trust me, you don’t want to know), celebrates the Butthole Surfers (“Shit Sex”), and devotes nearly two minutes to “Fucking a Fat Fold.” When the Austin trio isn’t rambling about horse cocks or doodling one-eyed monsters, they’re loading up the bong with the reggae-infused “Smoke Marijuana” and finding compelling new ways to express their patriotism (“Don’t Shoot the President”). After an hour, the shame and regret sets in. Rubbers recommended. (CD release: Saturday, Feb. 3, Room 710)

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This article appears in February 2 • 2007.

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