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Dick Delicious & the Tasty Testicles - Bigger Than Ron Jeremy
Recorded at Tree Studios/Songbird Studios
Engineered by John Nielsen
Mixed by John Nielsen
Rection Produced by John Nielsen & DDATTTReviewer -Allen Inman
Remember in the eighties when a bunch of senators wives decided that bands like Twisted Sister, 2 Live Crew, and W.A.S.P. were the worst, most corrupting thing ever, and should never be heard from again? Remember how folks in the know realized that if these wizened gorgons ever heard shit like G.G. Allin, Gwar, or even Skinny Puppy, they would have a stroke? A beautiful, debilitating stroke??? Dick Delicious and the Tasty Testicles remember those days. When punk rock was still misogynist, when a guitar WAS an extension of your penis, and rock and roll was always preceded by sex and drugs. Oh, but how the syphilitic worm turns. Dick D. (lead guitar and vocals) and Hugh G. Rection (bass, vocals) have had more than their share of hard times, going through drummers and record labels MUCH faster than they change underwear. Dick D. even has a regularly updated website, where he shares his vitriolic views on the world (and the “MAN,” always out to get him) with anyone who cares. The fellows have finally regained control over their entire musical catalog, and are re-releasing the entire mess under the We Finally Had To Put This Shit Out Ourselves Records, the group's own label. The new record, “Bigger Than Ron Jeremy,” is exactly what you would expect, and what else could you want for accompaniment to a Friday-night beer-soaked drug fest? The production is disturbingly clean, unlike the rest of the record, allowing you to hear every obscenity spewed by the band in its full glory. Song titles like “Last Man in the Gang Bang” and “If You Want To Take A Shit With Ease” only give the barest sleazy peepshow into the full-throttle, dirt-sucking, puke-eating world of Dick Delicious. Musically, the album relies on fairly standard beat-up-your-mom music; heavy riffs, wildly silly lyrics involving Ike Turner and crusty panties, and plodding beats provided by an almost endless stream of drummers, position filled currently by ,er, Busta Hymen. When thinking about this record, however, remember that the most powerful thing about many forms of music (including porn metal like this) is also the most dangerous thing. Single-mindedness is the glue that keeps scenes around all forms of extreme music going, but imagine if players like Dick D. and the Tasty Testicles ever realized that the group actually might have something relevant (to anyone other than strippers and lunkheads) to say? Equally disturbing is the fact that this sort of thing is usually done by young, ridiculous punk lads, after G.I. Joe and before high school graduation. These guys are over thirty, for Chrissake! Ah, never mind, get me some more beer! As mentioned before, this is not music for aging Republican wives. It would, however, be the perfect soundtrack for a planet run by 14-year-old boys. Or perhaps, maybe, MAYBE, it would be the best thing to ever hit those damn senator-slaves. Bwah-ha-ha-ha!! Or more likely, not.