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):
Hunter S. Thompson supposedly taught his dobermans to attack at the sound of Richard M. Nixon’s name. Kinky Friedman uses the impeached prez’s handle to refer to something you do sitting in the bathroom — and it ain’t read a magazine.
Maybe it’s just more leftover karmic payback, but The Nixons aren’t exactly at the top of the musical ballot. It’s not as if they don’t have a strong platform. Like their previous CDs, their third album Latest Thing is a smart set of post-grunge heartland rockers with snarly guitars, poppy harmonies, earnest lyrics and hooks that could land a marlin. If Goo Goo Dolls, Soul Asylum or Hootie And The Blowfish wrote this, it would be a hit. With these guys, who knows? Maybe if they called themselves The FDRs.
