So begins The Butthole Surfers" first song on their first record, a tune that paid tribute to and killed American hardcore once and for all while single-handedly ushering in a new Post-Everything era. Over the course of the next 20 minutes listeners hear the band raving about a Bar-B-Q Pope and the revenge of Anus Presley, thoughts of suicide, and eating cheese and rice. There"s even a three-minute pop song ("Hey"), just to confuse matters more.