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I've been scouring the web trying to find the album version, but apparently EMI and general obscurity have done their jobs. Pity, as that rendition is several steps up.

Yep. This is that. Also the atypical "I'm Ugly and I Don't Know Why," which was actually a minor college radio hit and probably the main reason the album got as much exposure as it did.

Bianca Butthole, Sharon Needles and Blare N. Bitch. I would have had a raging crush on the female contingent of this band even if they hadn't recorded a song about how much they "want it in the butt."

Oh man, this version doesn't have that line? That's the high point of the song!

My best friend got the CD after "I'm Ugly and I Don't Know Why" appeared on a CMJ sampler. I still have my cassette dub of it. I'll admit to loving the hell out of it. The hidden track at the end, which is pretty much just each band member screaming about his or her love of anal sex over a throbbing bass line, was

Wow, I never thought I'd see Butt Trumpet come up on the AV Club.  Primitive Enema was a hugely important album for me. One of the great regrets of my music-going life was not going to what turned out to be Betty Blowtorch's final show. I backed out at the last minute and was crushed when I read about Bianca in the

Something like that actually happened in Chicago a few years back, where a witness described a rape suspect as resembling Ice Cube. Somehow, that description made its way into the official police alert. To make matters worse, Cube was working on a movie in Chicago at the time. I believe the CPD wound up issuing an

1972 is a good year to quest. Did The Rats Are Coming! The Werewolves Are Here! make the cut?

I could weep, that's so beautiful.

I could weep, that's so beautiful.

I wish I could find the essay. I can certainly understand why the guy might have deleted it. But yeah, the percentage of girls who got pregnant at my high school was significantly higher than the percentage of girls even remotely as attractive as Ellen Page. And the same goes for the guys and Michael Cera.

There is so much troubling information in that brief sentence.

I voted for Prell to go back to the old glass bottle. After that, I became deeply cynical.

I remember when Juno came out there was some controversy over some reasonably prestigious critic who found the story unbelievable because Ellen Page was so unattractive that no high school boy would have sex with her. I can't find it right now, but that stands as one of the stupidest things I've ever seen published by

Wait, is that something to keep secret?

What mystifies me is that, for nigh on three decades, it apparently continued to be some kind of draw for z-grade directors to toss Carradine into their movies for four minutes and slap his name on the poster. Were there really that many people who'd be on the fence about this movie (or, say, Legacy of Blood or Monstro

Adamson's a nasty piece of work. It's been a while since I've seen Satan's Sadists, but that stands out as a particularly repellent, rape-happy flick, even by the standards of late '60s drive-in bikersploitation trash.

I'd be amazed if there isn't some obscure Staxx-era 45 out there with that exact title.

"Man, I specialize in hunting black vampires. I don't know what the PC name for that is!"