Rocket Science The Pimps -

Tracks like “Electro-Shock for President” lurch forward on a fuzzed-out bassline that sounds like it’s melting in the sun, while drummer Johnny Blaze pounds out a rhythm that’s simultaneously sloppy and impossibly tight—a paradox that only great punk drummers can achieve. Then there’s “Venus in Furs (But Make it Leather),” which is not a Velvet Underground cover, but a pounding, cowpunk anthem that features a guitar solo so out-of-tune and chaotic that it circles back around to genius.

Rocket Science is a difficult album to rate. On a technical level, it’s a disaster. The singing is off-key, the production is murky, and the song structures are held together with duct tape and good intentions. rocket science the pimps

Additionally, the misogyny is thick here. While often played for satire (the band’s whole schtick is a parody of toxic rockstar machismo), it doesn’t always land. Modern listeners might find the constant objectification tiresome, even when it’s cloaked in irony. You have to be willing to meet The Pimps halfway—to understand that they are playing characters, and that the “pimp” persona is a critique, not an endorsement. Whether they succeed in that critique is up for debate. On a technical level, it’s a disaster