This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Bloodhound Gang singer Jimmy Pop is the kind of guy who thinks it’s funny to say the word vagina. To his mother. And then record it and put it on a CD.
Which is exactly what he does on Hooray For Boobies, his rap-mtal outfit’s gleefully stupid, joyously sophomoric, ridiculously misogynist fourth album. That is, when he isn’t singing the praises of porn stars (The Ballad of Chasey Lain), oral sex (Yummy Down On This) or exotic dancers (A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying) over his band’s cartoon-metal tracks. Still, his do-it-all-for-the-nookie idiocy turns out to be his saving grace. Even at his most offensive — and trust me, that’s way more offensive than anything I’ve noted above — Pop is so childishly over the top you can’t really take him any more seriously than you do Howard Stern. Like his mom, you just say, “Oh, Jim!”
