Bloodhound Gang DVD: One Fierce Beer Run

Jimmy Weasel - Sunday, 9 November 2003 - Print Version

Who knows what to expect from Bloodhound Gang? Nobody. Not even The Shadow. What we have here is a pile of film clips from the Beer Coaster album, with a great many brain rotting minutes of rock star behaviour in between.

It's poorly lit, worded & filmed. Comical in parts but a great effort to watch the whole shebang. The antics between the clips are so boorish that it makes watching the entire music production in one sitting doubtful.

The presentation/menu area has had little to no thought at all.

But I suppose, there's reason beyond eye candy to buy a DVD. But it's only from Beer Coaster era shenanigans. Compared to other band DVDs, like Primus, who, for example have a whole Plasticine/claymation theme to it, is to further pale the already weak production. They're just lucky I dig their antics.

Watching Jimmy Pop stomp around an old Work Camp in Germany is amusing though.

This isn't the glorious production I was hoping it would be. Still, I'm hanging out for Hooray for Groupies to be completed. With any luck. There'll be some kind of emphasis on effort & some live footage to go with

Jimmy Weasel

 

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