Weird Revolution is a homogenous smear of synthesized drumbeats, synthesized bass and tarted-up revisions of earlier Butthole Surfer songs. The heretical vitriol of "The Lord Is a Monkey" is recast as the vaguely Love and Rockets-y "Jet Fighter." The shit-scabbed road trip of "Mexican Caravan" is transformed into the harmless Sunday drive of "Mexico." Where's the fear? Where's the strobing guitar wash, the demonic howl of brown acid and Testor's glue fighting for control of your occipital lobe? My God, where are the real drums? Is this a joke? On the back of the album, they advise us to "place this CD in your computer's CD-ROM drive to access very special features!" Like what, an apology? This CD is depressing enough just as music; do we really need visuals, games or downloads to further enhance the painful experience of having the mighty Butthole Surfers suck so much mainstream cock? There's nothing wrong with experimenting or branching out in new musical directions or completely starting over -- just don't be boring. The Butthole Surfers should never be boring.
Enough. Butthole Surfers, we demand that you put down this Revolution and get back to fomenting revulsion. We'll buy you the drugs, or hookers, or stuffed animals with strap-ons. Whatever it takes. Just make it stop.