Picks and Pans Review: Bo-Day-Shus!!!
Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper
With the release of their fourth album, Nixon and Roper have finally been discovered by disc jockeys, thanks largely to the single Elvis Is Everywhere. This diatribe, which attributes to Elvis such earthly phenomena as the pyramids, Stonehenge and the Bermuda Triangle, may offer refreshing sarcasm during a year of worship of the king of rock ‘n’ roll, but beware! If you plan to purchase Bo-Day-Shus!!!, you’d better be a fan of the ob-nox-ious. Though Nixon often plays just a single guitar, accompanied by Roper on a washboard, they can still produce enough noise to drown out a rock band. A cross between Wolfman Jack and a psychotic preacher as a vocalist, Nixon screams out his songs till he’s hoarse, and no sentiment is too base for his lyrics. On a previous album, he suggested that the superpowers should replace nuclear bombs with flatulence-based weaponry, and he professed his yearning for former MTV video jockey Martha Quinn in a manner too obscene to be funny. As Mojo Nixon albums go, though, Bo-Day-Shus!!! is comparatively entertaining. Nixon throws in a kind of weird and catchy polka number and an odd song about wanting his mom to give him back his Lincoln Logs. (Yes, polka has undergone a revival in rock clubs—where are you when we need you, Lawrence Welk?) But otherwise he pulls his same old tricks: carrying every joke just far enough to become sickening and enjoying his own humor more than anyone else is likely to. He protests against drug testing with I Ain’t Gonna Piss in No Jar: “Surround the White House with a urinary moat/ Ronnie and Nancy will have to float on a boat.” So all right, maybe some lines are funny. But listening to more than two of these songs at a time is about as pleasant an experience as having a wasp fly up your nose. (Enigma)