Independent Worm Saloon EXPLICIT LYRICS Butthole Surfers

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  • Release Date: 03/23/1993
  • Sales Rank: 30,374
  • Label: CAPITOL
  • UPC: 077779879823
 
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Independent Worm Saloon

1LISTENWho Was in My Room Last Night? 4:09
2LISTENThe Wooden Song 3:50
3LISTENTongue 2:06
4LISTENChewin' George Lucas' Chocolate 0:43
5LISTENGoofy's Concern 3:03
6LISTENAlcohol 3:19
7LISTENDog Inside Your Body 3:06
8LISTENStrawberry 4:08
9LISTENSome Dispute over T-Shirt Sales 2:06
10LISTENDancing Fool 2:59
11LISTENYou Don't Know Me 2:41
12LISTENThe Annoying Song 2:40
13LISTENDust Devil 6:39
14LISTENLeave Me Alone 2:25
15LISTENE.D.G.A.R. 3:34
16LISTENThe Ballad of Naked Man 6:05
17LISTENClean It Up 8:39

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After Pioughd's semi-misfire and Rough Trade's subsequent collapse, the Surfers were in a surprising position. Not only were they courted and signed to Capitol thanks to the Nirvana-led alternative explosion, they also got high-profile arranger and Led Zeppelin legend John Paul Jones to produce the new album. When Saloon surfaced in early 1993, some accused the band of basically cloning Haynes' memorable collaboration with Ministry, "Jesus Built My Hot Rod," for the entire album. It's true that "Some Dispute Over T-Shirt Sales," simply takes the lyrics from that number and grafts it onto a quick rip from the band, but Saloon is far from a clone of Ministry or anything else. More energetic than the straggling Pioughd and benefiting from Jones' brilliant ear and tight, crisp arrangements, Saloon starts with the fierce "Who Was In My Room Last Night?"; from there, the Surfers tear through hilarious and strong numbers. Creating radio-friendly unit shifters was clearly the last thing on the band's mind, as numbers like "The Annoying Song," with Haynes sounding like what a radar dish would do if it could sing, and the wittily solemn acoustic ditty "The Ballad of Naked Man" demonstrate. The Surfers' taste for rude grostequerie surfaces throughout -- the foul "Chewin' George Lucas' Chocolate," the series of vomit sounds that conclude the record after "Clean It Up"'s heavy trudge and the extremely disturbing artwork are just a few examples. Combined with numerous examples of Surfer-mania at its finest -- the dipsomaniacal rager "Alcohol," the electric country hoedown "You Don't Know Me" and more -- and Saloon is that rarest of records, a major-label debut that surpasses the indie release preceding it. Ned Raggett, All Music Guide

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February 17, 2001: While most fans of the Butthole Surfers consider Hairway to Steven the band's best album, this one weighs in on top for me. Everyone listens to music for their own reasons and mine is to have fun. I've heard a lot of people call the Butthole Surers an artistic band reminiscent of the Pixies. While I'll agree that the band can be very creative, looping unusual noises into their songs, to me they were always more fun than expressionists of creativity... and this album was the most fun. Who Was In My Room Last Night played in my stereo quite often when I was a teenager and I would jump around on my bed playing air guitar to it, convincing my parents that the music I listened to made me crazy. Little did they know that it was entirely me. Well, maybe this album will give you the same enjoyment it gave me? Who knows, all I know is that the Butthole Surfers are what the Violent Femmes would be if they played distorted guitars and pounding drums rather than acoustic guitars.