Big Fat Box of Shit
Willowtip Releasing 2004
True Nature of Williams
Big Top Williams
Cain Sings the Blues
Let me into Starfish Land
Jogging into Hell
Stars Ingenious Cooter (live)
Fornicus "Fuckmouth" McFlappy - Vocals, Guitars
The cover is a cartoonish drawing depicting two gents and a dog happily riding (Yes! I said riding, although Cain, the dog, seems to be chomping down on his 'mount') three women in a surprising state of undress. The fact that all three are wearing skis makes me chuckle. Yes, it's true I have the sense of humor of a twelve year old on a shit load of medication at the best of times!
What can I say about BFBoS (shortened for laziness sake) that hasn't been said before?
I'm certain that most review sites have, perhaps understandably, avoided this release like the plague. Though as I've recently discovered, more often than not, you have to sift through mountains of utter schite in order to uncover even the slightest glimpse of a gem. Have no fear Scribbler Fans (major review sites be damned!) I'll take another for the Thy Demon's team and confidently stride in without the aid of a torch or a Hazmat suit. (*Feind Note – I listened to BFBoS at Cult’s urging and very much enjoyed it )
”Hoes be pheenin' for that stuff 'dog' / cuttin themselves and pissin all over the motherfuckin' place”
Seriously, I just finished listening to a track where a gentleman is singing about losing his “pussycat” it left me with a wet spot in the front of my pants I'm laughing so freakin' hard. I honestly think it was the Meow at the end that finished me off. *Someone get Cult a towel! And some Depends!
One of my favorite parts of the album appears at the 1:54 mark of the last track, Crotchopus. This track is hands down my favorite, I'll not spoil it but suffice it to say that this gentleman's specific “appetite” was decidedly larger than his stamina…”that was like ten seconds”
If nothing else offended you thus far on this album the Mailbox segment is sure to, again I'll not drop a spoiler but I will mention that the band's supposed quote from the Bible (in reference to something rather naughty) left me smirking for days afterwards. As an added bonus the band decided that an audio style movie trailer was in order, think underpaid 'postal' Elves in a state of revolt then consider the ramifications of being the bearded, red suit wearing slave driver in such a situation. Hilarity ensues!
It could be argued that more recent prog metal acts have tried to do the same, perhaps, but not nearly to this length. In fact very rarely has this type of experimentation been attempted, especially in any recent releases I can think of. Atop all of this, the band throws caution to the wind by adopting lyrics many would deem offensive, effectively raising a double middle finger salute in the direction of Political Correctness and church gatherings everywhere. *Which is at it should be. Seriously, fuck those people! – Feind
So go ahead open your mind, prepare to laugh, cry and/or toss this CD from out of your vehicle at highway speeds. Whether you decide you love it or hate it this still definitely deserves a listen but be nice in your hasty opinion or no doubt Cain, the dog, will most likely tear a chunk from your backside for the band allows him to bite whomever he wishes.
”And he said you tasted gay”
Five peanut butter covered hooker's boxes out of five. So scream,
MMMMAAAAAAMMMMMMMMAAAAAAALLLLLL SSAAAUUCCEE! And then…