I've heard of toilet humour but this is ridiculous.
Crude, foul-mouthed and unfunny, this album is about as subtle as an un-muzzled pit bull and as tasteful as a blocked drain.
"I lost my heart to a prostitute in Swindon" is the first line you hear and the songs include one about necrophillia (Some Body To Love), a couple about serial killers , one listing all the euphemisms for menstruation (She's Up On Blocks) and a self explanatory 37 second rant called The Bass Player From Feeder Is A Fucking Wanker.
The title track details the horrors of the general lack of hygiene while on tour and of the fearful state of Glastonbury's portaloos in particular. This does at least contain some half way amusing lines about the gruesome facilities ("The way the wind was blowing, I could tell they were already overflowing"), but the fact that a song about the stench of public lavatories is an album highpoint should tell you something about the rest of the eleven tracks.
The lowest of the many low points comes with a song formidably entitled The Ballad Of The Bloke Who Looked A Bit Like Rob Halford (Out Of Judas Priest). Set at a German metal festival, its subject is an encounter with a man who remembers meeting the look-alike and recalling "I fucked you up the arse, Rob Halford", a line repeated as part of the song's repugnant chorus.
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If the album was meant as a satire then I am at a loss to say of what. Although it's played in a passable C & W style, it doesn't seem to be aimed at sending up country music in any meaningful way.
If it was meant to offend, then it will only succeed if you are shocked by bad language or a lack of social graces.
Ultimately, what singer-songwriter Slim Chance and his two West Country sidekicks hope passes for rowdy badass wit just comes across as a celebration of male loutishness.
To rudely paraphrase the words of Dorothy Parker; this is not an album to be tossed aside lightly - it should be flushed away with great force
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