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):
Seems like the good Reverend has been born again.
Taking one step back and one step forward on their latest disc, gonzobilly goofball guitar god Jim Heath and his rhythm section veer off the sludgy riff-rock path they’ve been toeing for the last while — think Lie Detector from ’98’s Space Heater — and make a hard left straight back into the gonzobilly swamp from whence they rose. Aided and abetted by Butthole Surfer Paul Leary’s authentically slap-dash, reverb-and-echo-sodden production, the Rev kicks off the distortion pedals, cools his jets and turns in his least forced, most listenable album in years — 14 tracks of twangy surf guitar, slap-happy bass and thwacking, primal drums. Somebody shout hallelujah!
