GOD
God's Greatest Hits Vol. II (no label)
Reviewed by DJ Johnson

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What??? They call themselves GOD?!? Well that's just... that's... I mean isn't that... Let me get right to the point. Can I go to hell for liking this band? Or writing this review? The strange thing is I didn't really get into it the first time I popped it into the player. Today, though, I'm in a listening mood. I'm open to the suggestions of their bizarre stories and definitely very receptive to their killer harmonies. Don't buy this if you're looking for pop structure. This is total destructure. It's McCartney and Harrison and Hunter Thompson and The Dead, paranoid as hell on some hellacious drug, recording their eye-blinks and holding onto the bus seat as tight as they can while it careens out of control on a twisting road through a cartoonish musical landscape created by guys named Dogmeat, Ethan, Danny Rockett and Mugwump Jizm. There are times when you'll suspect Zappa is driving the bus, but if you like it sick and kinky, you're only going to appreciate that. It's good to get silly now and then, and God makes it easy to get in the mood. They get down with "Kinko" The Clown, demand "Cash On The Nose" and squeeze through a "Cold Opening" to give us all a "Psychotic Delight." And yes, the songs are as weird and wonderful as the titles. I thank God for this twisted little CD. And I might just be going to hell for writing this review, but I have a hunch they'll be the house band there, which takes a bit of the sting out of it. Your corruption awaits at www.lickgod.com. And don't ask ME if you can go to hell just for typing that.

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