Gonzolitis Terminitus
Being summoned upon to think about Ted Nugent is like being asked to give your opinion of eczema—or rabies.
TED NUGENT Double Live Gonzo (Epic)
Being summoned upon to think about Ted Nugent is like being asked to give your opinion of eczema—or rabies. But to do a review? The scratching was exquisite ...foaming at the mouth, boffo!
Look: it just figures that a live LP is going to represent the essential Dr. Doggie Wog, better than anything that can be pooped in some corner of the studio. And this is the stuff: the essential distilled excrescence de Theo. The cathartic vinyl moment for his fans, even though, thank god, it's not a likely candidate for a hellish repeat of the Frampton Comes Alive phenomenon (what a combination; cocker spaniel meets drooling doberman with electric prod permanently implanted in asshole). Double Live Gonzo would make perfect ammo for a block-busting in any decent neighborhood outside Detroit (is that redundant?). Produced with the proverbial hammer all the way down, too.