Tastebuds

"Tastebuds" is a better effort at capturing some of this, uh, charm -- via an amusingly raunchy "what if" scenario.

Prefix 2010

Tour hijinks, hilariously unrestrained interviews, and Kentucky arrests have pretty much acclimated us to anything the pair can throw at us, but crafting an irresistible earworm like "Tastebuds" is a cheekier, more subversive way of getting our goat.

Prefix 2010

Snotty stompers like "Tastebuds" (a puerile fantasy about having taste buds on one's naughty parts) seem scientifically engineered to keep your parents out of your room, and hoarsely tender ballads like the title track could soundtrack a slow dance if they were a hair less trashy-it's an album good for whatever ails you, with the possible exception of anhedonia.

Chicago Reader 2010

Snotty stompers like "Tastebuds" (a puerile fantasy about having taste buds on one's naughty parts) seem scientifically engineered to keep your parents out of your room, and hoarsely tender ballads like the title track could soundtrack a slow dance if they were a hair less trashy-it's an album good for whatever ails you, with the possible exception of anhedonia.

Chicago Reader 2010

Snotty stompers like "Tastebuds" (a puerile fantasy about having taste buds on one's naughty parts) seem scientifically engineered to keep your parents out of your room, and hoarsely tender ballads like the title track could soundtrack a slow dance if they were a hair less trashy-it's an album good for whatever ails you, with the possible exception of anhedonia.

Chicago Reader 2010

Snotty stompers like "Tastebuds" (a puerile fantasy about having taste buds on one's naughty parts) seem scientifically engineered to keep your parents out of your room, and hoarsely tender ballads like the title track could soundtrack a slow dance if they were a hair less trashy-it's an album good for whatever ails you, with the possible exception of anhedonia.

Chicago Reader 2010

Snotty stompers like "Tastebuds" (a puerile fantasy about having taste buds on one's naughty parts) seem scientifically engineered to keep your parents out of your room, and hoarsely tender ballads like the title track could soundtrack a slow dance if they were a hair less trashy-it's an album good for whatever ails you, with the possible exception of anhedonia.

Chicago Reader 2010

Snotty stompers like "Tastebuds" (a puerile fantasy about having taste buds on one's naughty parts) seem scientifically engineered to keep your parents out of your room, and hoarsely tender ballads like the title track could soundtrack a slow dance if they were a hair less trashy-it's an album good for whatever ails you, with the possible exception of anhedonia.

Chicago Reader 2010

Snotty stompers like "Tastebuds" (a puerile fantasy about having taste buds on one's naughty parts) seem scientifically engineered to keep your parents out of your room, and hoarsely tender ballads like the title track could soundtrack a slow dance if they were a hair less trashy-it's an album good for whatever ails you, with the possible exception of anhedonia.

Chicago Reader 2010

Snotty stompers like "Tastebuds" (a puerile fantasy about having taste buds on one's naughty parts) seem scientifically engineered to keep your parents out of your room, and hoarsely tender ballads like the title track could soundtrack a slow dance if they were a hair less trashy-it's an album good for whatever ails you, with the possible exception of anhedonia.

Chicago Reader 2010