Music
On May 18, 1987, Allin entered a low-budget studio called The Music Box, located on Avenue B in New York City's East Village, accompanied by a four-piece band that included Cosloy on second guitar, along with three other area musicians: lead guitarist Greg Bullock, bassist Mike Kirkland, and drummer Mike "Machine Gun" Edison. Allin dubbed the session band The Holy Men.
Musically, Allin eschewed the hyper hardcore punk tempos of his second studio album Eat My Fuc in favor of the rough mid-tempo rock he began on his third full length, 1985's self-released cassette You'll Never Tame Me which is reminiscent of the New York Dolls and the Rolling Stones (the latter of which Allin was a major fan of).
"Tough Fuckin' Shit" is a cover of Nancy Sinatra's "Sorry 'Bout That". And "I'm a Rapest" (sic)is musically the track "Blood for You" but with new lyrics (both originally appeared on 1986's self-released cassette EP Misadventures Of A Total Slut by GG Allin & The Cedar Street Sluts.
"Beer Picnic" is a faithful, if slower, version of a song by obscure NYC punk band Bad Tuna Experience. (G.G. asked for—but did not receive—permission to record the song; he bought a cassette tape from Bad Tuna members after reading the lyrics, written by Bad Tuna's Carolyn and No Thanks' Donna Damage, in Maximum RockNRoll sometime in the mid-1980s.) The other cover version, "Garbage Dump", was written and originally recorded by Charles Manson on his infamous Lie album.
While most of the song titles are self-explanatory, "Suck Dog" is reportedly about writer and performance artist Lisa Crystal Carver.
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