For a while in the early '80s they were known as The Inalienable Right To Eat Fred Astaire's Asshole. But by 1983, the Texan art-scatologists congealed around Gibby Haynes were known as the relatively inoffensive Butthole Surfers. These are their first two records, a six-track EP and a surprisingly competent live follow-up. More surprising yet, they remain hilariously good, and more coherent than most will remember. A brain-busting fusion of hardcore (especially The Dead Kennedys), super-strength acid rock, shit-caked iconoclasm and adolescent gags, the Buttholes don't shock as much now. But, by God, they still rock, somehow.
Rating: 3 / 10