According to Spank Rock, this very boring world consists of nothing but liars, leading to the lamentation: »I hate my generation«. However, this doesnt make the »super cool Disco-MC« from Baltimore, Maryland, put on a stripey woolen pullover, light a candle and then take his guitar in order to wine about every days monotony. Instead, the album is a suggestion for an alternative: boredom is killed by making the »wild party dreams« become lyrical reality, and lies are met with a concentrated portion of (especially sexual) explicitness. »Live for something, move for something, work for something, push for something, fight for something, stand for something« – of course, this is not what a profound social criticism looks like, and still, Spank Rock has managed to broaden his hedonistic repertoire by a few punk-attitudes. But firstly and mostly, this album is the sequel of YoYoYoYoYo: its all about party and booties that are to be shaken »till my dick turn racist«. Spank Rocks multifaceted flows with their repetitive content are carried and formed by Boys Noizes skilful production styles. In the end, the album misses a couple of breaks for the listener to take a breath – the very diverse but somewhat overloaded songs are just a little much to take in when being presented in full album-length. The best is to pick ones favorite three or four songs from the record and then go wild until sweat is dripping from the ceiling. The rest will probably be forgotten rather quickly.
