Guttermouth's intent is... odd. Now with a name such as theirs you'd have to expect the worst is yet to come. Definitely in the same mold as the West-Coast Skate-Punk types with a nasty edge and playful spirit -- The Offspring non-coincidentally played an influential role with the band having toured with 'em and giving 'em the inclination that Punk music could be more than just three-chord wankers out to burn the world down by its britches. They've got a real loose vibe to their playing and believe this or not, there's a variety in the songs that doesn't get you lost wondering where number four ended and seven began... they change tempo often enough, but mainly ride the mid-range for most of the proceedings and is that a bit of banjo I'm detecting on "I'm Destroying the World"? Where'd Willie Dixon come in here? Damn I must be getting slow.

"Chug-A-Lug Night" features some background ambience by way of a crowded bar setting and meaningless babble before an organ led intro enters the picture and all of a sudden we're back in the saddle. I mean, what's going on here? "Covered With Ants" is a fun album to listen to and I'd imagine they had their share recording it... considering their onstage exploits and knack for writing humorously funny if not all out appalling lyrics -- brutal honesty basically throws on the clown feet and dances the jig straight across those censorship honchos who couldn't give a blow anyway about it at this point. Hell why would they, it sells more records! That's foresight for ya. But these guys are a trip and a half. seemingly reverting back to childhood and all of its wondrously senseless bantering and a drawer-dropping, if not jaw-dropping routine for saluting the world and all its inadequacies. All in poor taste and good fun of course. But I don't think anyone's got this much right to have as much fun with a four-letter word as they do. very rich.