Everyone’s favorite dead and not-rotting fast enough swinging hillbilly from the worst parts of backwoods Kentucky returns to the realm of the living to spread more musical holiday cheer and put smiles on parents faces while terrifying the kids. Just jump on old Uncle Dick’s lap sunny, you won’t feel a thing because neither does he.
Dead Dick Hammer, the lovely queen of decomposition Doreen Laveau and the big drum playing beast Doc Kong return with Four-Play by the 8 Track Player. Eleven tracks of swinging, country blues and rockabilly twanged necro-energy drenched in perversion, violence, formaldehyde and whatever sick, twisted, unthinkable crap dirty Dick can come up with. Elvis is back and still looks deader than sh-.
Farmer Dick immediately starts destroying the hopes, dreams and futures of America’s youth on the disc opener but no worries cause karma’s immediate on The Devil’s A Dick where we find our whimpering, confused anti-hero right at home down below, pitchforks poised for insertion. Stop your crying dude; you’re dead to the world anyway.
We put the paddles in, stroking upstream the mighty Green River on the road to perdition as harmonica’s rock out with squealing guitar mojo. Dirty Dick’s an equal opportunity sex-offending, offender whether at home or in your bed and a real nightmare for people in need of help clogging up the 911 lines. Even disturbed night creatures, cretins and raging perverts need a kind, understanding voice to comfort them before they commit major moral felonies.
The title track is the heaviest of the bunch for heavy petting with creepy sounds only heard in the forest or lagoon at night. The Psycho Pussy Sideshow’s on the way home from the gym and unexpected guests make their way over for an unwanted house call. Blood 13 Studios and Run Amok Productions bring us a horrifying tale so blood-drenched and twisted it’s been banned in 13 countries (including the building, block, street, neighborhood, town, city, county, zip code, state and time-zone it was recorded in). Dead Dick continues conversations with women he killed 15 minutes before recording the song. Not everybody loves Dick the way Dick loves everybody and he uses the newest vintage computer effects and technology to prove it.
In 1972 Bob Clark proved Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things but Dick wanted to make a bold statement about the implications of bullying and effects of peer pressure in our junior high school system by introducing the sordid tale of Timmy, the poor kid that just wanted to fit in. The most passive-aggressive gang in school approaches him for membership but he must pass one big test. To prove he’s a pre-pubescent badass and anti-PETA he must sleep with a sack full of zombie hellhounds under his bed for one night. Unfortunately the mutts stay rabid in the afterlife and reanimate with an appetite for destruction and youth flesh.
Time to go bat-sh- crazy with the babes in Batsville. It takes a real woman to make Dick feel room temperature and the hotter the sax, the better he handles himself. He also loves road-kill, especially female with a full-spread. He’s the sentimental type collecting souvenirs and keepsakes for later use. He’s not a paramedic but he’ll play one, in your pants.
Confessions of a Truck Stop Boy finds Mr. D in any given sanitation challenged truck stop bathroom stall. Poor Jackie’s working The Sex Offender’s hotline on the wrong night when the ODB (old dead bastard) calls to chat with his zipper down. It’s Hammer time!
Attack of the Music Makers finishes with a hard-metal super twang assault to end this dead dog and putrefied pony show. Dead Dick does weird things behind the stage when you’re not looking and just wants you to know it, in case anything foul is sensed.
