Butthole Surfers - Rembrandt Pussyhorse LP

$16.98

Label: Latino Bugger Veil

Our Review:

Few bands have managed as perfect an opening career salvo as Texas drug addled psychedelic noise rock weirdos the Butthole Surfers. Sure lots of bands have pulled off a perfect debut. And of those, a handful somehow avoided the sophomore slump, and even then, a few managed to make a third record as good as the first two, but by record four, we're talking a very select few. One of those rare bands would indeed be the Butthole Surfers. Their first four records are pretty much untouchable, their 1984 debut, Psychic… Powerless… Another Man's Sac, 1986's Rembrandt Pussyhorse, Locust Abortion Technician from 1987, and finally 1988's Hairway To Steven. Each a very different, very dementedly fucked up beast, but each a stunning milestone in knuckle dragging outsider psychedelic drug rock.

Rembrandt Pussyhorse found the Butthole's sound getting a little more polished, but no less demented, starting with "Creep In The Cellar", a haunting, malevolent tribal dirge, with some great lyrics, a wicked hook, and some wild, psychedelic fiddle playing that makes the song. And of course there's the Surfers version of the Guess Who's "American Woman", which has to be one of the greatest covers, with the woozy guitar, the heavily effected drum pummel, the weirdo vocals. the wicked blown out psych guitar courtesy of an unsung guitar hero, Paul Leary. It's totally genius, with some "Whirling Hall Of Knives" is creepy and weirdly lovely. On "TP Parter" who knows what the fuck is going on, or why it's so good. The same goes for every single song here.