Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Hot Poop - 1972 - Does Their Own Stuff

Hot Poop
Does Their Own Stuff

01.Let Me Loose 4:01
02.Cruisin Ford 3:28
03.Hard Rock 4:55
04.Wing Wang 3:46
05.Fast Cars and Chicks 2:24
06.Dance to the War 2:58
07.Get It In 3:56
08.A Always Play With My Food 2:50
09.Screamin 2:34
10.My Babys Dead 3:58

Larry Praissman - Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Vocals
Tom Burke - Lead Vocals, Guitars
Jim - Bass
Tom Barbour - Drums
Bruce - Drums
Lisa - keyboards, Vocals

California self-released album from January, 1971.
The ex-hippie, anti-hippe, hippie drop out band Hot Poop were the apocalyptic, “no borders”-types who probably cheered on the Manson Family murders and laughed at Altamont. Hot Poop recorded their one and only LP Does Their Own Stuff! in 1971, and topped off the collection of “songs” with an album cover concept unrivaled in it’s purity of vision. The front photo features all members of the band in a barn, shooting up (except one, who seems to have expired), and to the left of them is a guy taking a dump. On the back, the whole band is gleefully flashing the camera, except all of the male and female genitalia have been reversed.

“Hot Poop Does Their Own Stuff. Why? Cause nobody else would dare! This private pressing is so brain numbingly strange that its almost impossible not to like it! Frenzied falsetto vocals, omnipresent fuzz, and deranged subject matter (with such songs as "Wing Wang", "Screamin", "I Always Play With My Food", and the eerie, slow last dance "My Babys Dead") make for an album that cannot be comprehended by a sober mind! This is what happens when hippies forsake LSD for nitrous oxide!”
This album is famous for its cover. The front shows the band in a barn, with three of them shooting up, one passed out (or dead), and another taking a dump. On the back theyre all nude, except that the woman has a dick and the guys dont. Unsurprisingly, the lyrics are mostly about sex and cars. The music is more like a combination of surf and bluesy rock. A falsetto vocal on a couple of songs sends it into novelty territory (anyone remember the Goons?). As a result this album has, in the past, received some bad press musically, however this mainly undeserved. There are hints of the Deep and Capt. Beefheart and there is enough in here for both garage and psyche fans. Almost every track drips with fuzz guitar and despite the sometimes dodgy lyrics musically it works as a whole.

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