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I just picked up the new Bloodhound Gang record, Hefty Fine, the other day and...it's very strange. One Fierce Beer Coaster and Hooray for Boobies were straight-up balls-out funny albums marrying completely infectious songwriting with Jimmy Pop's ridiculous but oftimes unbvelievably witty lyrics and delivery. This album is strangely different: it's DEPRESSING, for one--the music is generally fairly slow and electronics/fuzzyguitar-heavy, sometimes even reminding me of Clan of Xymox or H.I.M., and the lyrics are...well, still silly, for the most part, but beneath the silliness is a very strange kind of despair and sadness. Take the song "I'm the Least You Could Do," for instance:

It always sucks refolding the kind of map
Needed when i get stuck where the sun don't shine the fact
As if i just shut up my rubbered stamp could flag you as dumb

It ain't your mind you're givin' me a piece of
As it don't take einstein to know that's just obscene but
It's been buck rogers' time since i hit other than rock bottom

Even the odds of having you against me
With your crotchless jihad on blue balls evidently
Are all mights good god so angel dust my soul like james brown

Street leagle whore hauling so much stunning ass
Sell yourself short like bridget at the bunny ranch
Do it all fours the satisfaction of getting fouled

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

I would still get screwed

I don't care if getting under someone that's
Beneath you fits the m.o. of conundrum as
You reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers

I aim to get a bang out of working your
Weak spot that sets the bar so low just nerve can score
With no respect since oddly danger feels like pay dirt

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

If only

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

Depressing, I tell you! Sure, the song is clearly about almost every woman I've ever dated, but aside from that, it's a surprisingly downhearted song beneath the humorous lyrics--definitely not what I'd expect from the Bloodhound Gang. Even their dancefloor anthem followup to "The Bad Touch", "Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss"--which really should be played every goddamned week at Ceremony--is heavy, minimal, and damnear Gothic beneath its New Wave veneer. Bizarre! But good.

It's not all crying-clown action, however: there are still a few really funny, straight-up buttrockin' numbers like "Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo" (which I see

eolh played at ChiarO last night: mad props to you there, holmes, 'cause that song is the bizzy-bomb!) and my favorite, "Ralph Wiggum," which is just hysterical. So if you like the tardcore rockamaroll laced with a moment of depression, get this bitch, like, NOW.

"Ain't my job to fuck you on you birthday anymore." Preach it, Jimmy Pop.