There aren't very many f-bombs on the Fuglees new record. In fact, the album is a lot less crude than one might expect from a band that appears sometimes on the Bob and Tom Show
and is named for the saying "butt fugly." Hell, the group even gets sappy at times - "She's not just girlfriend / she's the one," closes "Because."
Actually, that lack of crudeness might be a shortcoming - while the record, which swings between novelty punk and more generic power pop, is well-executed, it's not quite as much fun as it could be. Not as fun as a Fuglees live show, during which fans throw marshmallows at the orange-jumpsuited band, when the band balances humor and self-deprecation with actual ability, kind of like Steve Martin throwing off a flawless banjo reel after making absurdist jokes.
So while there are a few good ideas and lines - the MTV dismissal "The Suck Song" ("Reality sucks, yeah we know that / going out of your way just to show that"), the portrait of an armed crazy person "Supercop" - the record just isn't as much fun as some more memorable moments in novelty rock (from The Dead Milkmen to Tenacious D). And the more serious power-pop moments fail to stick in the craw or quite lift off the ground, mostly because it's hard to take seriously a band that says its name in the chorus ("Afterschool Special," which follows up another band theme song, "Hangin'").