This came out in 2004 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Butthole Surfers frontman Gibby Haynes is a lot like that crazy guy you knew in high school or college — the one who imbibed anything he could get his hands on, then did anything and everything anyone dared him to do (or told him not to do).
At the time, he seemed free, cool and rebellious; the smartest, funniest, hippest guy at the party. But nowadays, he’s just a burnout who barely makes sense anymore. On his first solo disc, the once-inspired Haynes has been reduced to a shadow of his former self. And on these 11 forgettably sub-par tracks, he has little to offer besides a batch of bland post-psychedelic grooves and some nonsensical jabbering about redneck sex, doing drugs with Superman and how he’ll be the kaiser and you’ll wear a diaper. Sure, Gibby, whatever you say. Now pick up your squeegee and get away from my car, please.
