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Classic Album Review: Ted Nugent | Craveman

The Nuge tones down the racist rants in favour of plenty of priapic nincompoopery.

This came out in 2002 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):


Redneck retro-rocker Ted Nugent is the only guy I know of who’s dedicated an album to Rosa Parks, James Brown — and Charlton Heston.

What do they have in common? Well, doubtless they’d all suffer fatal strokes if they heard Craveman, The Nuge’s latest guitar-metal gonzo-fest and first studio album in seven years. Amazingly, you won’t find any of the racist jingoism you’d expect from the gun-toting Motor City Madman in the wake of 9/11. But in keeping with the album title, he makes up for that oversight with a double helping of priapic nincompoopery like Pussywhipped, Goin’ Down Hard, Sexpot and the vaguely homophobic Change My Sex. The disc does have its moments — the title track is a ’70s-rock smoker and Damned if Ya Do and I Won’t Go Away are more forthright, topical and personal than ole Ted usually gets. Mostly, though, Craveman is a hodge-podge of uninspired tunage, reheated riffs and ideas so slight they shoulda been thrown back. On a related note, however, if you wanna book a safari with Ted, the phone number is included. After you, Rosa.