GG Allin & The Scumfucs - I Wanna Fuck Your Brains Out EP (1985)

GG Allin & The Scumfucs
I Wanna Fuck Your Brains Out / Teacher’s Pet // I’m Gonna Rape You / Devil’s Prayer
Label: Blood Records (503016)
Recorded: Circa early 1985 at Al Mead's apartment - Manchester, NH
Released: Spring 1985 (matrix indicates March 1985 pressing)
** Also released as handmade cassette

Lineup: GG Allin (vocals, guitar), Al Mead a.k.a. “Al Lee Slime” (guitar, bass), Tim Lacombe a.k.a. “Tim Toms” (drums)

Original version

Second version




GG closes out his vinyl run for a couple of years with a new low in recording and lyrical quality. Recorded and released in early 1985, three of the four tracks were live staples through the mid-80s. Surprisingly, two of the three original tunes weren't even penned by GG: Al Mead of local metal band Knightmare wrote “Teacher's Pet” and “I'm Gonna Rape You” (both music and lyrics!) for a prior band he was in, Meathook, which never got off the ground. “They fit perfect for GG when I met him a few years later,” Al said. GG contributed “I Wanna Fuck Your Brains Out” and a cover of David Peel's “Devil's Prayer,” which was the leadoff track to the David Peel & Death “King Of Punk” LP on Orange Records, 1978. Mucus McCain, listed as guitarist on the sleeve, was a fake member — a take-off on Lucas McCain, a character from Western television series The Rifleman from the early '60s. Two sleeve variations exist, though most likely there were not two separate pressings of the record; the artwork was probably altered for later sales of the single. The first version is slightly clearer photo quality, and a picture of GG shooting up is on the right-hand side of the foldover sleeve. The second version replaces this photo with a cartoon advertising GG’s undoubtedly popular phone number for phone sex. My copy also came with an insert rehashing some of the material from the “Live Fast” insert. A very rare cassette version of these four songs exists, with entirely different cover artwork.


Reviews



What can you say about a record in which the inner sleeve features pictures of the singer jerking himself off? Not much except that this is an unbelievably pathetic piece of shit that sounds as if it was recorded in a bottle of liquid Drano. Throughout the record, GG imagines himself to be Iggy Pop (in his Stooges days) or Henry Rollins but he's nowhere near as clever or effective as either, and as for the songs, they could have been written by any sex-starved third grader. It's impossible to be offended by any of this since it's just as impossible to take it seriously in the first place. Yawn.
— Bang! #8 (Medford, MA)




Tuneful, insipid sludge from a true master of the genre. If violent sex, brutal sadism and idiot rebellion are your bag, GG's your man. Classy jacket art boasts a pic of the boss of New England's most banned pulling his prong. What more could a true fan ask? Mercifully, no address given.
— Boston Rock #63 - May 25, 1985 (Boston, MA)




Just when you thought it was safe to listen to records...along cums GG Allin. Again. This is Allin at his all time low. This stuff makes poor El Duce look tame in comparison, so I guess he's doing something right. El Duce loves his copy...
— Flipside #47 (Whittier, CA)
Scan courtesy of Chris Minicucci




Well, GG has once again risen to a new low ... "I Wanna Fuck Your Brains Out"? "I'm Gonna Rape You"? I dunno, he might be able to get away with that shit if there was any streak of humor in there but instead there's a really nasty streak of misogyny here. I'm not sure which is more disgusting, the songs or the pictures of Allin masturbating and shooting up. It's not even intelligent enough to offend. Just pitiful.
— Maximum Rock 'N Roll #25 - May/June 1985 (Berkeley, CA)




Ah dear, here we go again. Repackagings, LPs with plastic vomit attached to the covers, crudely done cassettes. And of course, luxurious extended play seven-inch discs like this all hail from Toilet Rock Productions. Do we really need to get into any analysis of the lyrical content? I thought not. Analingual references and much use of stun-words dominate Allin’s work as per usual.

If you collect dung, you’ll not be able to live without this soiled gem, needless to say. Just don’t leave abandoned copies of this record lying about where little unspoiled children and nuns might find them and be sorely offended.

A less than gifted lyricist, Allin is something of a shithouse poet, we’ll betcha. It’s a good thing some pervert invented masturbation or poor ol’ GG’d never have any sex at all! Wotta loathesome moron. So easy to love.

There’s a nice GG Allin cassette album here in the pile too. But let’s do the right thing and ignore it. It’s for the best, believe me.

— The Newpaper (Providence, RI)

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