Artful lo-fi style, grace and humor
(5 out of 5 stars)
"Far from being "designed to instill homophobia" this is probably one of the most irreverently gay albums ever made, certainly the only specifically "gay" music I've ever been able to stomach listening to. (And that's because it's totally sarcastic and satirical. Personally, politics and music don't mix in my ears very well. For example: horrible bands like Kitchens of Distinction and the Murmurs.)
But that's all totally beside the point; the naughty Flemion boys are also musical geniuses. You might have the disposition and opinions of Ralph Reed and still find yourself tapping your foot and singing along to "Baby Greaser George"; the Frogs are that infectious. (Like a wonderful disease, and they mean to be.)
This isn't music for slow-witted listeners. They won't know what to make of it and will come away with odd conclusions like "designed to instill homophobia." Right, that's why the cover of the album features a picture of a little boy wearing a gay-pride pin!
Don't be dissuaded by the gay stuff (if you're the type who usually is,) this is an album for everyone and anyone who appreciates intelligent, fun, and challenging music. The gay angle (aside from being personally interesting to at least one of the brothers) is really just a ruse to create the funny, shocking humor that will make you laugh every time you find yourself humming one of their contageous melodies. And if it bothers you that much...buy one of their other albums."
Don't read into it too much... just prepare to laugh
Brewzerr | On the fault line, CA | 11/04/2005
(4 out of 5 stars)
"It's not anti-gay... it's not cleverly disguised subversive wit... it just is what it is - spontaneous acoustic made up on the spot tunes with extremely hilarious tongue-in-cheek improvised lyrics delivered first-take that loosely revolve around a homosexual theme. If that bothers you then don't listen. If you're looking for something deeply intellectual then look elsewhere. If you want to laugh yourself senseless then buy this album. It sags a bit in places, but tunes like "I've Got Drugs (Out of the Mist)", "Hot C@*ck Annie", "Queen Boys", and "Baby Greaser George" never lose their novelty."
It's beyond five stars, man. Beautifully creepy .
Brewzerr | 12/01/1998
(5 out of 5 stars)
"This disc is absolutely, positively amazing! I don't know if 1,000 words can adequetly capture the grand magnifigance and scope of this album. 'But I'm gonna try.' This thing is absolutely hysterical and undeniably brilliant. Sounding like it was recorded in a basement by a couple guys who could hardly contain their self-amusement as they recorded, this a creepy universe that they've set to music that is disjointed, teetering, and in the end, masterful. You won't believe how enthusiastically you're tapping you toes as the singer sings about a 3 month old baby named Baby Greaser George dressed in leather as the stroller gets too close. You'll wanna boogie, even though you're hearing about a priest with a yeast infection. It's wicked, wicked fun and will likely offend most of the people you know. Those it doesn't actually offend, it will just make them queasy and uncomfortable. If you find someone who isn't offended or made uncomfortable by this, marry them, for you have found a true human being. This thing has hooks! And that's what makes this collection of bawdiness noteworthy - musically, it stands up...albeit in a creepy, low-budget, covert way. Groups like Nirvana and Smashing Pumpkins know the beauty and the power and the truth of the Frogs. These bands would play this very disc before their big arena shoes began, and this did begin a "buzz" for them for awhile. But that flame died out and now we're stuck with Marilyn Manson holding obscenety's long, hard pole. The Frogs are unheralded masters - tonight and forever. Listen if you dare, man."