Big Fat Box of Shit

Disclaimer: my review of Crotchduster's one and only opus will be the most boring one on this site because I can't be bothered to quote all the lyrics. If you are considering listening to this album, I'd suggest that you need to read them. Or even just the song titles, which ought to tell you enough about the band's sense of humour and help you make a decision about whether Big Fat Box of Shit is for you. My personal take of how I bought this with money and now regret it and am writing about how I regret it - let's call it my gift to you. You know who you are.

To start off, I think I'm required to write a few sentences about Jason Suecof. If you don't know who he is then fair enough, although I'd argue he was one of the most important names connected to Roadrunner Records during the '00s and continues to be in demand as a producer now. In terms of working with bands in the studio, I've seen him in DVDs with groups like Chimaira and Trivium, where he always seems to be a lot of fun, joking around with the musicians and generally getting things done musically too. If anyone cares to check, he played the guitar solo for 'Pull Harder on the Strings of Your Martyr', Trivium's breakthrough hit, and that lead eclipsed the others that the group wrote for the album. All this means that it's easy to see why Suecof ended up doing something like Crotchduster: a joke band that made use of his various musical talents. Despite being credited alongside Slippery Jim and Cain for this album, the platter up for discussion more or less counts as a solo effort, seeing as the former comrade has no connected musical projects and only provided some vocals, while the latter is a dog mentioned several times on the album but definitely does not play drums.

And it's because of this background that Big Fat Box of Shit pisses me off. Knowing that Suecof had his finger on the pulse of modern metal just around the time that he recorded this makes me annoyed that he missed the target so badly with Crotchduster. Granted, I don't think he was planning to go up against big metal bands with this release, but in the end nothing in this experience satisfies in a musical sense, nor does the humour really hold up these days. I will reiterate that last bit, because I think that the jokes and references would have worked much better in 2004 and captured that sort of juvenile South Park angle that surely wouldn't be so popular nowadays and would offend a lot more people than it used to. I mean, most of the humour is shit, piss, asses, pussies, fucking, and sometimes more far-flung tangents that are pretty ridiculous. In the same way as more recent bands like Belushi Speed Ball and Smash Potater, the jokes act as little skits before, after, and even during the musical sections, with the lyrics generally woven through with the same kind of content, while the songs themselves may parody acts from both metal and other music genres. Nothing wrong with a bit of parody, as long as things still work as they should, and moments that seem to dig elbows into the ribs of Slayer, Helloween, Type O Negative, Static-X, and The Offspring - as well as lots of other bands I can't be sure to identify accurately - do come across somewhat clearly. As such, the concept of the album itself (juvenile stuff aside) doesn't preclude Big Fat Box of Shit from being good.

What does it for me though is how Crotchduster take the same attention-deficit mentality as the jokes to serve as their musical basis. No song stays on course for more than a few seconds at a time, except when the joke sketches are the main focus. That's distracting, because there aren't really any hooks to the songs, certainly no choruses to latch onto, while it perplexes me that the main style is death metal, because, like, surely they wanted the lyrics to be heard? The non-metal parts, which appear pretty frequently, sometimes hit other parody targets more or less in the key of South Park/Family Guy, even if actual musical shows are less of a formula here. Dancey electro stuff comes up every now and then, plus the majority of 'Mr Indignant Erection' being in fake cartoon opera style, a spot of rap in 'Mammal Sauce', and...you get the picture. Some other styles of contemporary rock music get shot at too, all of which I'm sure these composers would have called "gay" at the time. Not to say that Suecof and friends play poorly (though a few of the drum machine moments sound a bit rubbish), but I just have no interest in listening to this medley of 20 second parodies and skits occasionally intersected by moments of actual musicianship. For instance, why are John Tardy and James Murphy both featured on 'Crotchopus', essentially just playing a snippet of a new Obituary song? That's just the ultimate indulgence on a record that already does whatever the hell it likes.

For all that I find this horrid to listen to, some of it will surely hit home with certain listeners, especially those that enjoy the humour. I've got to say that doing the intro to the fake live song in the death metal growl ("This one's from our Big Fat Box of Shit album...") and then dropping into clean chords and a following new wave synth part remains painfully relevant in extreme metal, while reading out Crotchduster's own hate mail on the final "song" more or less distils all the appeal (and criticisms) into a single snapshot. If I somehow managed to put this on in the background and forgot that it was playing, I'm sure I would come to every now and then to snort in mirth/derision, plus it's worth mentioning that a few of the musical ideas make use of very "avant-garde" methods...such as, um, the drum fill hook where someone blows raspberries. At least the guys behind this stupid idea knew that it was dumb and accurately named it Big Fat Box of Shit.

Musical comedy is a VERY dangerous move, as it tends to be poorly done. Whether it be unoriginal, corny or just flat-out stupid. Some of it can lead to our frustration and/or boredom when it is meant to make us laugh. We all know that those albums are a sharp pain in the ass to listen to, but there are a few great comedy albums. One of which is "Big Fat Box of Shit", by a side-project called Crotchduster, from the year, 2004. Now this is music that has moments where I laugh so damn hard that it hurts. Not too many pieces of music can really do that, nor are there any that even mean to do it. It's not a bad thing, but we just don't see a whole lot of comical brilliance in the metal scene like this, let alone the music scene. No Dethklok is not funnier than them.

One thing that really catches my attention about this album is that the music itself is normally rather silly, as well as a bit nonsensical at times, but the musicianship is amazing. There is virtuoso work on each instrument and there are some riffs on here that just blow the listener right away. Really, a joke band that is made up of great musicians? Now that just sounds preposterous, doesn't it? Well, despite the normal idea that would pop into your head, around the mentioning of a joke band that was called, "Crotchduster", it is a true statement. They don't get too carried away with musicianship in their music, though, as they are a joke band, but they definitely let the listener know that they have some very fine musical talent. Which is not bad at all. Why let people think that you suck at what you do for a living when you can let them know that you have a force to back yourself up with, as you are truly a dedicated musician. Some may think that it will ruin the comedy. Quite the opposite, actually.

The musicianship that they have allows them to quickly shift from one genre to another. It is something that serves as that which is able to just make you chuckle and think to yourself "What the fuck are they doing now? I don't know, but it's pretty amusing". I can tell you first hand that the thing that I did was exactly that. The best example of this is the track, "Crotchtopus". It starts off as a fictional news story about closing down adult entertainment hangouts. When the person who is watching hears, he calls his friend, much to his dismay. But before he can tell him, he lets out, "I'M TRYING TO MASTURBATE!". Random, but somehow amusing, guessing that the reason behind it is that a guy would never let you know that he was masturbating if you were interrupting it. Then, it descends into a bit of a deathgrind-ish section, followed by audio porn. There is the comedy here as well, but I won't spoil it if you haven't heard it. Then, it turns into a funk tune, containing some quite low-pitched chanting of "I got balls", from the fourth beat of one measure to the first beat of the next. This song also contains some fictional movie previews lying around here and there. Following one of them, A special guest appearance is made by John Tardy himself. With some very Obituary-ish music that is backing him up, he growls a story that's to do with "fucking you in your cartoon ass". Following this, it goes into a pop ballad centering around a guy who is in love with a girl, who has a face the size of a dinner plate. It sounds pretty stupid, but that's what makes it funny, which is quite similar to the rest of the album. After more previews, they begin to read fan mail. One letter is from a TRVE CVLT kid and another is from a butthurt girl. It goes on and on into hilarity. Finally, it ends with an outro that has a sound that reminds me of something from a Dr. Seuss cartoon, with the vocals and bells in it.

Diversity is also very prominent within the vocals. Depending on the genre being brought forth, they range from mid-pitched blues vocals to some pop-rock-ish harmonized soulfulness to death growling. Of course, that isn't all that it does at all. However, where the largest vocal diversity lies is on track 6, "Mammal Sauce", which actually has an intro about a couple of guys talking about how they just left a strip club and they are fresh out of mammal sauce. They order some from Bill Williams. This is when the music starts and then one starts rapping while the other beatboxes to the drum machine that is already in use. Then, it goes into a technical death metal section, with death growling. Shortly afterward, it turns into the typical pop rock ballad, with somewhat high-pitched, falsetto vocals. Then, it turns into an Immortal-influenced black metal sound with some very operatic vocals, chanting, "Williams". Then, it turns into a power metal tune, with mid-pitched singing that has no additional musical accent. Then, the very typical high-pitched power metal vocals come in. There is actually quite a good lot of chest put into them, but not quite like Hansi. Finally, some clean electric guitar work takes over, with multiple vocal impressions singing the chorus. The first is sort of a Tarzan-like shouting, the next is James Hetfield impersonation, followed by the most auto-tuned moments of Eiffel 65. The last is quite reminiscent of a group of guys around a campfire.

Another impersonation of the album includes Tom Araya, from Slayer. The high-pitched screaming sounds pretty accurate, but I feel like the rest could have been a bit more gritty. This is found in the track, "Big Top Williams". There is also a parody of a 1950-1960s group, in the middle of the track, "Let Me Into Starfish Land".

What they were saying in these songs are either about sex or nothing at all. But the nonsense can actually be the funniest thing about the album. It's one of those things that make you laugh, due to how stupid and silly they are. Just as the controversial cable television sitcom, "South Park", this is not afraid to push boundaries, when it comes to subject matter. Sure, it isn't always top notch, but it's usually pretty amusing. Sexual lyrics from, "Let Me Into Starfish Land", include the following:

"The A-Train is moving and it's headed for your hole.
I'd be so lucky if I could cream in your asshole.
There's just so much shit that we could make each other do.
I'd rather fuck your asshole if that's okay with you".

Or how about the nonsense. Here is something from "Mammal Sauce".

"Sliptoflappy Rappy
And A Carpal Tunnel Pudding Flanker
Nabble And A Stampy And A
Pigeon Smelling Generator
See A Chitlin Wafer And A
Chocolate Buttered Horses ass
Frabble Obble Abble And A
Stupid Monkey Chicken Gas
Chinese Diarrhea Prison Carpet
Chunky Harplegig
Nopaliaseah Perforated
Purple Parkle Pig".

See if you can make any sense out of it at all. While most joke bands and/or bands that just don't take themselves in a serious manner tend to be crappy musicians and not care, these guys know that they are capable of doing great things. Through the clusterfuck of craziness and the very suggestive lyrical themes, you will find musical brilliance. It's pretty much impossible to classify this as one genre, even avant-garde, but the level of variety is one of the most crucial elements of the album. It makes it very amusing to listen to if you aren't really in a very serious mood. Nothing has been released by the band since the release of this album, other than a facebook page, but if Jason Suecof ever does find that he's enough spare time to work on some and he decides to take advantage of it, hopefully, it will be just as amusing, if not more so. It actually seems like he is not doing all that much at the moment, so if he thinks about this, I will be in great anticipation.

Good. 80 %

Combining humor with music can be an extremely dangerous challenge. Combining different genres of music can be even more dangerous. By dangerous, I mean to say something that can be done without much difficulty, but it must be done with extreme caution with the results. Certainly, other bands already tried to do so (such as Devin Townsend or Frank Zappa on the first “task”, and Unexpect or Mr. Bungle for instance on the later one), but Crotchduster has managed to do both and getting very good results.

First, combining music and humor to me results mostly in garbage. While I really like Frank Zappa or Devin Townsend music, their humor-oriented lyrics simply doesn't have any appeal to me. But, surprisingly, Crotchduster (bizarre) sense of humor actually amused me really well. I mean, how can anyone doesn't laugh looking to the lyrics of Mammal Sauce, for instance? Even me, usually seen as a dead-serious guy, laughed REALLY hard with some parts of the record. Most of the songs deal with sex which is nothing funny at all, but the amount of non-sense around the lyrics is just so high you can't hold your laughter.

It's just genius hearing over a barrage of heavy riffs and incessant blasting, a screaming voice roaring the evil line “Girls are screaming, boys are crying, uncle Teddy's fish are dying” or “I love bunnies, I love Pink” over furious black metal. Not only that the guys have absurd lyrics, the 14 minutes long Crotchopus includes a lot of awesome antics as really stupid dialogues (the “I'm trying to masturbate” line is just hilarious), an absurd TV news broadcast, two cinema trailers (the second one, in which Santa Claus helping elves decide to kill him is pure win) and a passage in which the members read hate-mail send by their fans and reply.

Musically, these guys took the challenge of combining various genres (not limited to metal subgenres) and did it pretty well. Not only that the genre-swapping flow extremely well (something that rarely is made with such good results), these guys even mock other artists with clever and well-placed homages and impersonations. The amount of genre experiments are just absurd: these guys go among death metal, grindcore, power metal solos, nu-metal pastiches, black metal and symphonic black metal, explicit homages of Megadeth, Slayer, My Dying Bride, Avenged Sevenfold and Children of Bodom just to name a few or awesome impersonations of James Hetfield, Danzig, M. Shadows, Rob Halford, among others. Not only that, the guys mix disco, circus music, dance music, Broadway-styled music, even rap (complete with beatboxing!) The most amazing feat is that Crotchduster music, unlike aforementioned acts like Bungle or Unexpect, doesn't sound over pretentious and never put anything unnecessary.

This ridiculous titled album has a lot of amazing guitar riffage, and lots of impressive soloing on tracks like Mammal Sauce, Let Me Into Starfish Land or Crotchopus (I'd even rank the guitar solo on Mammal Sauce among the best ones I ever heard). The drumming, although credited to Cain the Dog, are programmed and are good, although tends to sound pretty plastic and “fake”. About vocals, we have a lot of different styles: bizarre falsetto, screaming, aggressive growling, nasal whining...

Still, there are some negative things about the album. First, most of the songs are really short and develop very little. There are a lot of passages on the album that could be used better (such as the beautiful melodic death metal portion of the faux live cut Star Ingenious Cooter). Another complaint about the record is the spoken parts. The dialogues are just too long, add very little to the songs and most of the time aren't funny, just annoying. While the fan-mail part of Crotchopus is indeed funny, it's overlong and the bouncy backing music gets on the nerves a bit after a bit.

Even with this cons I mentioned, this record I just refuse to say its name it's very enjoyable. Very equilibrated usage of different styles, very good guitar work, diverse types of vocal usage, and some really nice humor all worked to turn this into a really good addition to every collection.

This is the most fucked up shit I've ever listened to. Crotchduster are an avant-garde parody metal band, it's funny as hell. But that's not the reason I've given one hundred percent. Musically speaking this is super damn fucking impressive; superb production, amazing technical riffing and solos, and a wide range of vocal styles.

Bands such as Slayer, Megadeth, Metallica, Death and Morbid Angel have been parodied and are done extremely well. The vocals are near spot on that sometimes I feel there are multiple vocalists. I even get the feeling I'm listening the original bands.

The lyrics, I'm not sure whether to call them clever or silly, but they're funny as hell. I don't want to spoil the album as I believe that the lyrics are an important part for the first time listeners. I saying you can read the lyrics and not laugh, but when you hear the song, you'll be laughing like a maniac.

There is a wide range of non-metal styles present and I'm not 100% familiar with them, but you know something is terribly fucked up when you hear death metal breaks down into dance music. The track I enjoyed most was probably Mammal Sauce.

As I said, despite all the fun this album is, it's impressive on a musical level. The guitar work is superb, technical and a variety of styles are played. You should take this album for a spin, be it for it's comedic, musical or production value.

I still have no idea what Jason was thinking when he decided to form Crotchduster. If it was to annoy me to the point where I wanted to punch him in the face then he has succeeded, for what we got here is Big Fat Box of Shit, an album that will surely annoy the hell out of you.

For the most part, you can call Big Fat Box of Shit horrid with some moments of actual interest. Big Fat Box of Shit isn't a parody album for it's not mocking anything out there. It is however an album that tries to be funny, and guess what it fails. All these stupid albums that try to be funny end up having more to do with some sort of slob humor then anything else (i.e., they spend more time being funny instead of actually having a well thought out song). You cannot just write some (funny?) lyrics and expect the album to be successful, because no matter how funny or clever or whatever the lyrics may be, the lyrics are still only a minor part in the actual album as a whole.

There are surprising some rather interesting moments on BFBoS. Some tech death riffs are sparse throughout each track. There are about one or two tech death riffs in each track and they're rather similar to the tech death riffs similar of Capharnaum (this is a side project of Jason Suecof after all). But that's it, that's all that Crotchduster has to offer us. BFBoS doesn't have any coherent ideas anywhere. Every song is so schizophrenic there's not a single trace of rhythm, progressing, melody, or anything to be found. From the Hawaiian music to the gangster rapping section to all the stupid grindcore sections the annoyance level adds up fast. Crotchduster spend too much time and try too hard to be fun and enjoyable that they forgot how to write an actual song. I can safely say that BFBoS is a bunch of random assortments of everything that would be horrible together, rather it's all the grind, rap, techno, or all the drunken singing that makes up BFBoS, its all annoying.

The sad thing is that some people out there actually enjoy this kind of stuff, but just ignore them…for they're special…and they need to be treated specially, just like Jason Suecof needs to be for creating Big Fat Box of Shit.

Wow. Just. Wow. This has to be one of weirdest, funniest stuff I have ever heard. And believe me: I've heard a lot of weird and funny stuff. Describing this with words is pretty hard, that's why I created the following equation:

Mr.Bungle + randomness + Tenacious D + grindcore + death metal + pervert lyrics + more randomness + parodies + dozens of different genres of music + more randomness = Crotchduster.

Yeah. Think Mike Patton, only even more random. For those of you who don't know Patton, he's the guy that's famous for changing music styles multiple times in a song. If randomness would be a car, Patton would be second gear. These guys would be twentieth. There's jazz parts, grindcore parts, acoustic parts, parts where the members talk about this girl that walks by, random lyrics about sex, parodies, ... the list is endless. The result is a change of genres every thirty seconds (if not more), with on the background the listener shitting his pants of laughter.

I could go through every single song on the album, though considering how incredibly complex and random they are that would take dozens of pages. Just to show you how random this is, I'll dissect the song 'Mammal Sauce', one of the highlights of the album. It starts off with two black people talking about Crotchduster, with R&B music on the background. When they realize they run out of 'mammal sauce', they start rapping about it, with hilarious beat boxing on the background. All of a sudden, a death growl appears out of nowhere and grind-ish guitars come in. As suddenly as it appeared, it disappears, to be replaced with pop-rock (still with nonsensical lyrics). Extreme metal comes back, followed by a power metal part. A typical power metal solo kicks in, followed by the epic Mammal Sauce chorus. This fades out to acoustic guitar, with a funny voice providing the chorus in a dramatic way. Eventually electronic effects are added to the voice. Then, multiple other voices start singing the chorus, which fades out at around seven minutes a half.

I hope I demonstrated how extremely random and hilarious this album is. But honestly, I don't think a reviewer is capable of describing this so be sure to listen for yourself. Expect a lot of pervert lyrics, parodies on metal bands, the members bashing their fans (on 'Crotchopus') ... and most of all: hundreds of different styles mixed up to make one epic album. If you thought Mr.Bungle was random, listen to 'Big Fat Box of Shit' and get proven wrong.

Crotchduster is the funniest band in the large and crazy realm of heavy metal music! I would also like to point that they’re the funniest band in music history, not just metal! They have random and nonsensical lyrics, which I enjoy. This is the side project of Jason Suecof. Jason calls himself Fornicus “Fuckmouth” McFappy in this weird side project. Slippery Jim accompanies Fornicus in Crotchduster. Cain is credited for playing drums, but the truth is that he’s a dog and they use a drum machine. The drum machine they use is extremely realistic. This album also features Jordan Suecof on bass, Richard Christy (vocals on Stars Ingenius Cooter), and the legendary James Murphy. Murphy does a guitar solo. John Tardy also makes a guest appearance on the last track.

True Nature of Williams kicks off the Big Fat Box of Shit album. What a song! At first you listen to this metal riff. For those WWE fans out there, the opening riff sounds reminiscent to Hardcore Holly’s theme music around 2001. If you don’t what the hell I’m talking about download Hardcore Holly’s theme music from that year. It’s a simple yet effective riff that will stick in your head for days. It sounds like singing you’d find in a traditional heavy metal song or a power metal song. It then transitions to some random grindcore stuff for a few seconds. After that, Slippery Jim and Fornicus babble about random stuff and they sound like stereotypical college students. After that, it sounds like they’re trying to emulate industrial band Ministry. At the end of the song, it goes back to them sounding like college jerks.

Big Top Williams is an over the top song that features a Slayer parody and a parody of a doo-wop group from the 1950’s. I find that pretty hilarious. After the Slayer parody it ends with Arabian-like sounding guitar work. It is a very memorable track. The third song is Cain Sings the Blues and it’s pretty much what Cain would say if he could talk. It’s from the perspective of a dog. It sounds a little bit funky with techno in the mix. The funniest line is “when I was 52 I had 3 balls”. There’s a really weird rant during this song. Erik says some random stuff about Adidas shoes and how shitty the guitar sounds while a guitar plays over his rant.

Let Me Into Starfish Land begins with the two guys talking about this really hot woman. It starts off sounding like a grind/death song. This song has a pretty great parody of a black metal band in the song. After that black metal parody, it starts to sound like funk and then there’s a wacky sounding guitar solo. Then it’s back to the grind/death stuff.

Mr. Indignant Erection is an interesting track. This sounds like something Mr. Bungle would do. This is total Mr. Bungle worship. The singing is very weird and it’s something you’d expect from Mr. Bungle. The guys sing about random stuff in this and they sing a weird way. It’s cool that there’s a death/grind moment in this song. Not a really memorable song, but interesting nevertheless.

The true highlights of this album are Mammal Sauce and Stars Ingenious Cooter (Live). Mammal Sauce begins with these two African-American guys talking about mammal sauce and Williamsburgland. Apparently they are both drunk and they order mammal sauce. After that it starts off with the guys rapping and beatboxing. The instrumental sounds like something a dirty south rap artist would have. The beatboxing reminds me of Darren “the Human Beatbox” Robinson (R.I.P.) from the Fat Boys. After that it goes into death/grind mode and it sounds all poppy. Then it sounds a little bit like death metal and then there’s some Mr. Bungle worship going on. Then it sounds it sounds like power/thrash metal. This song has really nonsensical lyrics.

Stars Ingenious Cooter is the craziest track on the whole entire album and it begins with the hilarious Richard Christy introducing Crotchduster. It sounds like it’s a live song, but it is not live. It starts off like some classic rock song. The bass tone sounds reminiscent to the tone used on the 1958 classic song Rebel Rouser by Duane Eddy. Download the song and compare the tones. Anyhow, then it sounds like a metal song and there’s a nifty guitar solo. The vocalist pumps up the crowd and after that it sounds like a techno/disco song. After the techno/disco part, it sounds like death metal a long with some chanting. Then it goes into pop mode after that. At the end it switches on and off between death metal vocals and the vocals that sound similar to Mr. Bungle’s.

Jogging In Hell is the least memorable track and it begins with Mr. Bungle-like vocals. It sounds all grindcore-like in the middle of the song and then it sounds like a sad song with just piano and vocals. The last track is Crotchopus. This is the longest track on the album. It begins with some fictional news story on the TV about some law closing down adult entertainment places. Its just non-sense and it’s completely unrealistic. However, it’s really funny. Then it sounds like a grindcore song after. Then there’s a part where it sounds like it’s from a porno movie. After that it sounds all funky and the music reminds me of the music used in Sonic 3 for the Sega Genesis. The organ sounds very much like the one used in Sonic 3. This song also contains some fictional movie previews. After one of the movie previews, John Tardy makes a special guest appearance. It sounds like an Obituary song off The End Complete. That part is really random and I was like what the fuck when I first listened to this track. It sounds really great. I’m sure Obituary fans will be pleased by this. When I first listened to this, I thought Jordan did a great impression of John Tardy. But it’s really John Tardy himself on this track. The song ends with some fictional fan mail and Mr. Bungle-like vocals after their done reading the mail.

This is one of the most hilarious metal albums ever. This is a mandatory album for everyone! I highly suggest this to anyone who is open-minded when it comes to music. It’s just not a death metal album; it contains any genre you can think of. A metalhead’s collection is not complete with this album. I hope the next album is going to be just as hilarious or even more hilarious. Let’s hope that the next time around, they actually read real fan mail.

Wow. I'm speechless. Crotchduster have managed to create the most laughable album ever known to man. I mean, there is no way to not be on the floor moaning when listening to this album. The band is genious. They combined the most opposite forms of music with death/grind and ended up making a masterpiece of complete nonsense. The lyrics are simply hilarious toilet humor that will have you on the ground crying with laughter.

I don't even know where to start. Every track on Big Fat Box of Shit is so catchy, funny, and technical at the same time. Crotchduster immediately have you under their comedic power from the beginning and straight through the end. I almost died when I first heard this release. From 80's glam metal, to power metal to thrash metal to musical singing to techno to rap to black metal to classical to groove rock to death/grind, Crotchduster has it all. They just completely made a parody out of every form of music out there in one Big Fat Box of Shit.

The climax of laughing myself to death was on the song "Mammal Sauce" that begins with some black guys muttering drunkenly about how crazy somebody gets when they have some of this stuff called mammal sauce. Then it breaks into pure rap and some hilarious beat boxing in the background. All of a sudden a wall of grind guitars and vocals take over and continues to switch between a whole bunch of different genres. I swore I was crying because of the hilarity displayed on this song.

Another highlight is "Stars Ingenious Cooter (live)" which had me dying of laughter with its ridiculously hilarious parady on live death metal bands. I just don't know how to describe its greatness. The way the guy introduces the song in such a tough death metal fashion just floors me.

Please do yourself a favor and get this release if you enjoy metal and comedy. This is hands down the best comedic metal album out there. A billion times more funny than Six Feet Under covering AC/DC. Experience it for yourself. Just try not to die while listening. 100% comedic genious. I can't believe this is coming out of a member of Capharnaum.