Recorded on a shoestring -- all errors intact,
Can Kill You is a demented stew of obvious, chugging metal riffs and screwball
Butthole Sufer-isms overlaid with some undeniable pop sensibilities. However, the most salient, amusing, and, more often than not, disturbing element of this disc is Russell Porter's vocals. Pitch-shifted to resemble a 45 rpm album played at 33, Porter's artificially created baritone is perfectly suited for the accompanying music, a gleefully demented fondue of heavy metal whimsy. His casual, nonchalant delivery of such songs as "Pedophile," "80 Gay Sailors," and "Fuckemos Play at Parties" add an decidedly surreal touch. Top that cake with the occasional trombone solo, or Casio frill, and the casual listener may wonder exactly where on earth such music was created. Austin, TX, of course.