I won't deny that I'm a fan of The Bloodhound Gang. Somewhere among the mix of Radiohead and DMB cds, every twenty-something should have Hooray for Boobies. I can't imagine a late night drive without blaring "The Bad Touch", or forming an opinion on women without the advice of "Three Point One Four". In all honesty, Jimmy Pop is the John Lennon of crass song-writing.
With the exception of the occasional single, The Bloodhound Gang is found to be too offensive for FM radio. They may have a chance at reintroducing themselves to the mainstream with their insanely catchy, lead-off single, "Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo". The song contains as much sexual innuendo as a comedy club, but with Bam Margera gracing the music video, it's hard to think that MTV won't give it a chance.
Another stand-out track, aptly named "Pennsylvania", is an ode to the band's home state. According to an interview done with MTV, Jimmy Pop wrote the tune in hopes of changing the Keystone State's anthem. Good luck with that.
Overall, the album is pretty similar to the group's previous releases. There's nothing wrong with that
the beauty of The Bloodhound Gang is Jimmy Pop's vocals laid down over crunchy power chords and dance beats. This band isn't doing anything to change the world (or music, for that matter), but if you're as shallow as I am, you'll enjoy owning this album for the sole purpose of making middle-aged women blush when you crank the volume a little bit louder at each stoplight.