So, erm, yeah. As you can probably tell from the title, this is going to be about as much a classic piece of high-brow musical excellence as something by Lawnmower Deth or Sliced Pimples. Genre-wise, it’s probably hard rock; taste-wise it wishes it could reach as high up as the gutter.
Amazingly Marianne and her friends are battle of the bands winners in their home town of Boston with says a lot about Boston, frankly. A lot of worrying things. Like that it’s perhaps not as classy as some of the films we see try to make it out to be. On the other hand, at least the place must have a sense of humour.
Eargasms contains six tracks which cover such varying topics as anally-birthed offspring, denying being gay, losing your genitals in freak gardening accidents and … well… shagging. This is most definitely not an album to put on in the car during the school run. The lyrics would make Steel Panther blush.
Musically, they’re actually pretty good. Catchy rock and rollers like “FiFi” make me think of the B-52s with the dual male/female vocals and the surf sound, but the band have gone for spreading their wings a bit stylewise. We have a couple of gentler numbers – “Frat Guy in the Closet” is mainly acoustic, and “Gentleman and a Scholar” wouldn’t be out of place in a rock opera. Worryingly I can picture it being acted out on stage. And then the theatre being raided and burned down afterwards.
MTaTR are silly. Disgusting, silly… and fun, with some surprisingly good tunes. Don’t go in expecting a major international release that you can put on the stereo after dinner with grandma and you may be pleasantly surprised. Alternatively you might just hurl dinner back up again.
Eargasms For Your Genitals is out now. Staggeringly, Amazon actually sells it.