Anyone still reading at this point is really just asking for it.

Even in my mid thirties, I can still be easily swayed to buy an album with songs about geriatric genitalia, masturbation, and having the pride and ability to take an enormous crap.

The name Peter Bohevesky has been in my personal vocabulary ever since I discovered the unique band "The Brain Surgeons" and fell in love with their weird and somewhat off-center style of music. In 1997, this Brain Surgeons guitarist released a bizarre collection of music simply entitled "Peter Bohovesky". Before purchasing the CD I had no idea what the musical style of it would be. I half expected it to be much like The Brain Surgeons, but I can't lie; it was a sick and depraved curiosity about the twisted song titles that pulled me in for a closer look.

There are eighteen songs on the hour long CD, and while on the first spin many of them sounded very much alike, it was after a few plays that I started to fall in sync with the different music styles on the album. Mr. Bohovesky has certainly listened to a few Frank Zappa albums in his day, as I see Zappa's influence somewhere on better than half of the collection. Mix that up with a healthy pile of Weird Al Yankovic and vocals filled with layered harmonies, and you have an album my mother would certainly love to hate.

On the cover of the CD, which features a strange looking profile of Bohovesky, Peter gives us a "warning" and an "explanation" about the songs contained within. The warning I can understand, but his reason for creating this album almost sounds like an apology for creating something of extremely poor quality. Referring to it as a "turd in a bottle" cast into a sea of people who have not appreciated his "real" music, I think sells this uniquely wonderful album a bit short. Yes, most of the songs ARE about some extremely sick subjects, but the musical songwriting is nothing short of brilliant.

Peter does all the vocals on the album, with a peppering of guest musicians doing what they do best, including the one and only Albert Bouchard slapping the skins on a few tunes. The album kicks off in a beautifully sick manner with a reworked version of The Brain Surgeons song "Donkey Show", a song about a woman with the vaginal chutzpah to have intercourse with a donkey. While not as hard hitting as the Surgeons version, the song is a nice inclusion in that the lyrics are somewhat different. Song styles range thereafter from the Satriani-like jamming on "Pichones" to the soft and mellow horn section on a serene caressing of the senses called "Grandma's Vagina". "Tanked up and Horny" had me howling with laughter the first time I heard it, as Peter starts the song with a sound bite of one of my all time favorite lines from one of my all time favorite movies, "Blazing Saddles". The lyrics are kindly provided, and Bohovesky has also seen the need to give a few songs a bit of eye opening explanation as to how and why and where they came from. "No Meat" stems from an experience Peter had when he tried to have simultaneous sex with two lesbians, only to have them "have at" each other instead, leaving Peter to relieve himself in the traditional solo method.

But that is not saying that the entire album is silly (silly being a euphemism for pornographic and grotesque). There are a few songs that are on the borderline of strange but don't quite plunge themselves over the silliness cliff. "Last Laugh" deals with having a shrewish and pestersome spouse who sucks the life out of your soul (that almost NEVER happens in real life though), and songs like "Let Go" (NOT, I repeat NOT a remake of the Blue Oyster Cult song) and the acoustic gem "Nothing Good" seem almost deeply philosophical in comparison to the more lewd songs on the album.

My single petty complaint about the album is in the song order. The album almost seems to be laid out in three separate "sections" due to song content. Starting off with a run of songs that one might call "suggestive" but that never really let loose into over the top "filth", the album then goes into it's "middle", a more serious side. Having that out of the way, the last five songs or so on the album are tunes that were obviously written to be outright assaults on our good taste, all averaging under two minutes each. The album, as fantastic as it is, would have sounded much better if the song order had been tossed around (no pun intended) to stagger the short and crude songs with the longer, more musically oriented, guitar driven numbers. Regardless of order, the final song on the album "Auto Erotica" always makes me chuckle, shake my head, and wonder if the wonderfully demented Mr. Bohovesky drank his own bath water occasionally as a child. This song, which is basically a twist on the main riff from the classic "No Particular Place to Go", deals with the joys of masturbating.... while driving around in a car with a constricting noose cutting off one's windpipe.

Ok, maybe this album isn't for everyone.

So this review can serve as either an invitation or a warning. If you can get past the totally tasteless lyrics (or embrace them as I have), you will find a musical masterpiece filled with unique and somewhat quirky sounds and wonderfully distinctive song writing. A rare album that will undoubtedly be harder and harder to find as it gets older, this CD was certainly "bigger" than I once imagined when I chuckled my way through the song titles. But like Peter says in "Bobby Floats a Fence Post", a song about pinching a turd so immense that it's a MUST for people to gather around and look at....