Point

Well, uuhhh... what's the point. Well um they're kinda... uuuhh... who are we talking about again? Oh yeah. Dog's twat view...reminds me of the time...oh, wait it's not nice to pick on midgets. Speaking in their defense, I can't remember the last time I heard them, which is better than I can say for those Dishwater stanky hoes and their giesha plugging, rear bucket seat covered in piss red (think about it) vinyl blew cars. And I'll take "Words ending in ectomy" for 500, Alex. What was the question again? -Brad and Jon

CounterPoint

These are the counterpoints I live for. If ripping on Dog's Eye View was a sport I'd have a free ride through school...I could be the next Michael Freakin' Jordan. What is there really to say about DEV? They blow goats...repeatedly. It's sole redeeming quality is the fact you can listen to any song on the disc and have forgotten the whole incident seconds later. The music sounds like every worthless pop song you've ever heard and you can predict the chord progression two songs ahead of time. The lyrics too, don't forget them (no pun intended...puns suck). I'd put them right up there with Shakespeare, Steinbeck and Dostoyevski as the most profound writers of their times. The videos aren't much either...the only thing you remember is the balding, gap-toothed lead singer who attended clown college until they kicked him out because his ears couldn't fit under the big top. He has a nasty habit of showing up in those nightmares featuring Janet Reno in a birdcage at a strip club. That last picture sums it all up. I'm gonna go blow chunks. -Nellie

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