Aside from Morriarchi's strange preoccupation with insects (hence, presumably, "The Buggzville Sessions"), this is typically wonderful Blah fare: profanity, profundity (of sorts) and enough of the usual scatological badinage to keep you going until you're ready for the next lot courtesy of Sleazy F Baby. After the brilliant instrumental weird-out that was Sam Zircon's "Anxiety Skits" I was beginning to think Lee Scott & co had sagged themselves into a coma. Fear not: the filth is back.
Favorite track: Roach Lyfe (feat. Hekla & Joe Dirt).