Chicago humorcore-(ists) and musical alchemists Psychostick return, because well, a bunch of fans thought they should and with four comedy albums to their credit, the virtually 100% do it yourself band has amassed a somewhat comforting and concerning fan base through heavy chords, riffs, growling, jokes, ballads and songs about stuff and doing funny s—t on stage. Their cult following (depending on if you mean die-hard fans or black robed brainwashed ‘marked’ ones) can be seen at every show and possibly the late night news.
The follow up to 2011’s ‘Space Vampires VS Zombie Dinosaurs in 3-D’ was completely crowd funded by fans, for fans with appearances by Green Jello’s Bill Manspeaker. Does R.o.t.V. all make sense? Hell no! Do some songs intentionally suck? F- yes! Do they do it on purpose, uhmmm….. Do they have a hard, stead-fast solid opinion on the issue of corporate retail greed and the early bird bargain hunters that will be there when some stores open at 5pm on Thanksgiving for pre-black Friday specials that people WILL stand around the building waiting for while the rest of America spends time with their families wearing horrifyingly loud holiday sweaters? The world may never know but Revenge of the Vengeance is still pretty cool.
“Revenge of the Vengeance” is a preview of the album you’ll eventually hear, a few seconds later if you’ve bought, downloaded, stolen, ripped or cheaply bootlegged it off your friend or the internet.
“Obey the Beard” is the future hit single, singing the praises of man-scaping the unshaven face. It’s the new black… brown, blonde or whatever shade you prefer (google Scott Ian). It’s a fill in ‘the beard’ type question really; with so many follicles to fathom it’s not for the faint of heart or the clean shaven heathens.
“President Rhino”, all hail and fear the commander in chief with the big, sharp, deadly, predator horn on his face.
“So Heavy”, calls out the so called metal bands into the thrash zone to challenge as the heaviest song in the history of heaviness, evil demonic growling, Cookie Monster vocals, and incomprehensible lyrics.
“Dogs Like Socks”-A heavy hitting ballad for all the die-hard country fans and dabbling occultists. A song about man’s best friends love of fighting footwear and their love, need and addiction to attack them like mortal enemies for blood money for some unknown reason in no holds barred free for all’s. All hail the fabric softener!
“Quack Kills,” they’re all ‘doing lines’ on the dynasty’s assembly time. There’s a bit of a punk lessoned to be learned here because duck phobia’s a real thing to fear. It’s all fun, games and tossing bread until they follow you home or attack underwater through the suds in the tub or in bed. No need to see a shrink cause quacks kill. Cartoon, rubber or alive, if you see a duck billed anything tonight boy, you better run… run for your life! Alektorophobia, anthrophobia, aulophobia, all pussies compared to the web-like stare of anatidaephobia. Quick, duck!
“Blue Screen,” the loud, deep bass tells the tale, of the world stopping to check email. They’re in a world trapped by social function, holding up traffic in the car in malfunction junction. Texting and checking mail on my cell phone, I’m oblivious to the world around me, just like those zombies on AMC. Who has time for books? Fingers tapping on keys, like an instrumental solo by Joe Satriani.
“NSFW” has more f***s than Ron Jeremy, Gene Simmons or John Holmes.
They go Top Gun back to the 80’s and ride the highway right, smack dab into the “Danger Zone”, heading into the non-vampiric/lame/sparkling twilight. It’s enough to make you want to take your shirt off and play volleyball with Berlin on the beat box, next to the inhaler.
“Loathe Thy Neighbor,” five minutes of what you’d really like to say to your wonderful neighbors. Just bake them a cake with cyanide, it’s quicker.
“Choking Hazard,” stop captain stupid from dying while learning helpful life saving safety tips.
It’s a “Fight to the Death” in the name of Pizza the Hut. How bad do you want that…. last slice? It’s a beef only UFC, Bellator or GLOW could settle.
Only “Bruce Campbell” is bad ass enough to appear on this album.
“The Power of Metal Compels You,” from joining the dark side or levitating off the bed.
They end 21 tracks that all aren’t really songs with Outakes IV The Outtakening. It’s a highroad, highlanding way to end this comedy metal collage, while we wait for the glue to dry.
