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Bloodhound Gang Bangs The Fillmore

July 21, 2000Michael Peaslee
Zero Magazine

When I arrived at the sold-out May 24th show at the Fillmore, I was greeted by a heaving mob of sign wielding, typical-"hell-no"-chanting protesters. Management had posted a sign at the box office offering full refunds for those with tender ears or weak minds. Charges of racism and sexism were thrown around with glee. One particular song about the band's peculiar fetish with Asian women, "Yellow Fever," has the PC army's collective panties in a wad. I learned soon enough just how completely ignorant, humorless and full of shit these defenders of moral fortitude and sensitivity really can be.

If you don't yet know of the Bloodhound Gang, let me clue you in. They're a So Cal rock/hip hop act with a reputation for debauchery and self-humiliation, on par with the likes of Alice Cooper and Jim Morrison… and they're selling as many records. Their latest effort, Hooray For Boobies is currently number 16 on the Billboard Chart. "Bad Touch," the first single, is an ode to sloppy fornication. The record is filled with wholesome ditties like "The Ballad of Chasey Lane" and "A Lapdance is so Much Better When The Stripper is Crying." They throw out crowd-pleasers like, "I wish I was Queer so I could get chicks" and talk each other and unwitting audience members out of their clothing in front of thousands.

I had the chance to bullshit for a good half-hour with Lupus Thunder, the guitarist for the Bloodhound Gang and Tyson Yen, the vocalist for supporting act Drist. Our asses melted into the dressing room's ample brown pleather sofa. We sipped Jagermeister - of a fine vintage - and talked copious trash as band members and random freaks wandered in and out.

Did you see the herd of protesters outside the Fillmore's box office?

Lupus: Yeah, you know half of what we're doing is making fun of racism itself.

I argued with a few of them - the point I was trying to bring up, that most of Jimmy Pop's (Bloodhound vocalist) lyrics are self-deprecating. The Bloodhound Gang is saying that the whole human race needs to take a shit on itself, essentially.

Yen: I wanted to go up to them and say, "Look, my band's on stage with them and I'm half-Asian! Hi, my name's Tyson Yen. Why you got a problem," you know?

[Jimmy Pop] is always making fun of the fact that he's white and ugly.

Lupus: …And well, that's the thing - they swore we didn't. They don't give a shit about that. They're like, "no you don't." Just listen to the record… and that's the thing. They only know that one song and yeah, if you look to that song, I can see where, if you're Asian, you might be like ["gasp"]. But, if you listen to our albums as a whole, you get the big picture - that nobody is safe from us… not even ourselves!

Yen: I laughed and I'm Asian.

Lupus: I'm going to find an Asian girl and marry her… and make a big deal of it, so then everyone sees. We have to do it huge… you know, invite everybody. It's gotta be a big media thing. Helicopters overhead and everything. The greatest thing is, they made a big deal when the whole protest started at the University of Maryland. We sent a response back to the little newspaper there and said, "hey, if there's protesting going on, our gay sound man, our black bus driver, our mulatto bass player, our Asian publicist and our Jewish manager - they'll all be more than happy to join in.

So about "The Ballad of Chasey Lane" - you played the song for her and she thought it was cute?

Lupus: No, actually, we told her the idea of the song and she thought it was cute. But when she actually heard the song, she wasn't so happy anymore. She was going to be in our video for it. We had set aside the money - I think she was getting paid like $25,000 for like a ten-minute speech at the end and like, just a good shot of her. She never showed up for it, so now we don't like her. She's a stupid whore. She's back to being just a dumb whore. She used to be cool. When we met her she was pregnant and she hadn't shaved. I don't know if you've ever seen her when she doesn't shave. She's hairier than me," pointing to his hairy arms. He digs through the tub of iced alcoholic beverages on the table where more civilized performers might keep their make-up. "I think one broke. You're getting to see the exciting world of what goes on with all the alcohol…"

I could never work with more than three beers in me.

Lupus: It used to be one beer… or two maybe - on a good night - before the show and then one or two after. Then somewhere, I decided you only live once. It's rock and roll, so I started drinking more. Now there have been nights when I was so loaded, I didn't know my own name… and I've played an… ok show. But you know, there definitely is a limit… and I have made it past that limit before. Montreal, Canada - we just played there - I was so drunk that I fell over. I went to sing something, grabbed my mic and just fell into it, onto my monitors, on top of my pedals… my guitar was underneath me. I was just such a wreck that I couldn't even see straight. So I learned that there is a point where you should stop. Don't drink Canadian beers - that's my lesson. They have a little higher alcohol content.

Is it true, the rumor that Canadian strippers don't shave?

Lupus: I don't know. I'll have to hit a strip club next time we tour Canada.

The song "Lapdance" is one of my favorites from the new album.

It's actually a true story, too. Daisy Berkewitz, the old guitarist for Marylyn Manson, took Jim out and bought him this lapdance… and the stripper really cried. He went in, the girl was Russian - really hot - and they started talking. He was like, "Oh, how have you been." "Well, you know, life is ok." "Oh, you have an accent. Where are you from?" "Russia." "We were just in Russia." He started telling her about the trip and she just broke down, "I've not been there for ten years and my grandfather died and my dad died and my dog died…" and she just got really upset. Tears were welled up in her eyes, but she's all in his lap… and he's like, "this is kind of creepy… but it's kinda cool."

As I hid in the shadows of the box seats jutting out from the dressing room area over the stage, I had the joy and horror as front man Jimmy Pop ordered the packed hall to rain saliva down upon bassist Evil Jared Hasselhoff, during a break between songs - only a few thousand of them complied… and only for a few solid minutes. There is something magical about the way a wall of spit shimmers as it falls under spotlights, down upon a willing rock star.

I watched in awe as Jared fell into the crowd and breast-stroked to the back of the house carried across a sea of arms and then swam a backstroke the whole 50 yards to the stage again, all while being timed by the band's DJ and backing vocalist, Q-Ball. The supporting acts had CDs to throw at their fans. Jimmy brought out a package of raw hot dogs, on which he performed fellatio before sharing with his adoring hordes. The band hosed the masses with super-soakers and beer and forced one stage-crasher to beer bong Dr Pepper for a free t-shirt, or be thrown out. It was a non-stop spree of nudity, profanity and senseless mayhem. Tickets had sold out days after going on sale and I now understood why. The Fillmore never even bothered to print a poster.

To learn more about the Bloodhound Gang and their many grand contributions to the downfall of man, visit "The Bloodhound Gang Artificial Cerebral Palsy Home Page," at www.bloodhoundgang.com. If you'd like to file a complaint, Lupus maintains the band's own hate mail page.