The short, punchy and offensive song titles are clearly indicative of the Trashies' adolescent fury: "Dumb and Ugly," "I'm High So What," "Science Sucks," "Discount Meat," "I Hate You Motherfuckers" and their psychotic teenager-in-heat, piece de resistance, "Boner Sweatpants," with the hilarious double entendre of "She didn't know I was pitching a tent." Known to drop their drawers at the glimpse of an audience member, these male teenage jailbaits are more fun-loving and no less inhibited than the repugnant Dwarves, and less serious and as hypnotically fractured as the (now defunct) Gories, guaranteeing a bodacious and spontaneous joyride for all who dare them to strip and whip out their instruments.
Fronted by highly spazzed-out vocals, the Trash brudders give ear-bleeding screech and contagious obnoxiousness equal opportunity to each and every number, without pausing to fart. Be warned: The Trashies play music that is childish, dumb and raw as sushi. And they couldn't care less.
