Tired Tunes
Oh joy the Bloodhound Gang are back. The five-piece innuendo machine return with another album chocked full to bursting with fart and willy jokes, bad synth pop, even worse indie rock and asininity flowing through every pore. Perhaps most infamous for suggesting people shag like monkeys back in 1999, on the 'The Bad Touch,' this is a band not exactly renowned for their services to political correctness.
The real question is: does the world need another Bloodhound Gang album? Would all humanity shrivel into nothingness if we had one less boob joke? Would the sea dry up and the sky combust if we weren't told to "vulcanize the whoopee stick into the ham wallet"? Would our children...well you get the drift. We don't need the Bloodhound Gang and we certainly don't want the Bloodhound Gang but somehow they're still around releasing the same album with the same songs and the same bad jokes. We have American Pie, we have Ashton Kutcher, hell we even have repeats of Beavis and Butthead, please spare us this torment.
It would be fantastic to say that on 'Hefty Fine,' the band's fourth album, that there was any trace of evolution in songwriting ability, sound or even at the very least one or two new fart jokes. Alas no, instead we have lead single, 'Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo' (funny aren't they?) the sonic equivalent of herpes, while 'Ralph Wiggum' is an ode to The Simpsons character that serves only to create the hope that Matt Groening and co might hear it and sue the Bloodhound Gang out of existence. Elsewhere, fully aware of the mainstream success of 'The Bad Touch' and more than prepared to milk it dry some six years later, 'Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss' is about two notes shy of an exact replica and 'Balls Out' is the sort of turgid new-metal toss that sits in Fred Durst's head as he ponders where it all went wrong.
Unless you happen to be fourteen, a bit simple or just plain stupid, 'Hefty Fine,' same as all Bloodhound Gang albums, should be given a berth usually reserved for space-shuttle launches and while frontman Jimmy Pop tells us on intro track 'Strictly for the Tardcore,' that "Eminem has to cuss on his raps to sell records, well me too" the only hope is that the particular section of society that buys this rubbish will be too preoccupied with those Beavis and Butthead repeats to aid this record in shifting one single unit.