Their singer/frontman named Jimmy Pop Ali writes songs with titles like “I Wish I Was Queer so I Could Get Chicks” and “Kiss Me Where it Smells Funny.”
Their drummer - named Spanky G - is a high school dropout who just turned 18, has holes in his heart and likely won’t grow much taller than 5-foot-2.
Their bassist - named Evil Jared - has a tendency to eat small animals (while they’re alive) on stage. He lets friends and fans throw darts into his back.
Their radio tune called “Why is Everybody Always Picking On Me?” answers that question with the following:
‘Cause you run like a girl and you sit down to pee.
‘Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady.
‘Cause no one likes you monkey boy.
And anybody who takes the Bloodhound Gang seriously is, as Jimmy Pop himself says, “Oh what’s the word I’m looking for? A retard.”
Yes, this is the Bloodhound Gang, a demented group of five Philadelphia boys whose music is all about having good, not-so-clean fun. Oh, and about making fun of everyone and everything in sight.
The above three members are joined by Lupus on guitar and DJ Q-Ball on turntables. The gang pounces on The Met Wednesday.
One part rap, one part rock and one heaping helping of “poopy humor,” the Bloodhound Gang’s latest album, “One Fierce Beer Coaster” (Geffen), lampoons deaf people, feminists, gays, body hair, Bill Cosby’s nose, the drummer from Def Leppard and Mr. Rodgers.
You could call them juvenile, moronic, disgusting even. But, in all likelihood, they would call you something worse back.
However, “It’s all in good fun,” 24-year-old Jimmy Pop says, cheerily admitting that his songs “have no socially redeeming qualities. And that’s the point.”
Socially redeeming qualities - no. Catchy melodies, sly verbal fire and a jumping beat - absolutely.
Jimmy Pop, who first began playing piano at the age of 5, says he received some of his formative music training during Christmas recitals at geriatric homes with his piano teacher.
“She’d play the first few notes and then I’d go, ‘Have a holly jolly …’ and all of a sudden some of them would start moaning like uggrrhh. They’d have to wheel my audience out. So soon there was only a couple of people left - an old black lady who had a (mechanical) voice box and another guy. They’d usually wheel him out right away because he’d start …”
Uh, we won’t go there.
Suffice it to say that considering his semitwisted beginnings, it’s not difficult to see how Jimmy Pop’s music … er … matured to the sardonic style it is today.
“It wasn’t really what we set out to do; it was just kind of my sense of humor,” he says. “At home I would play it for my parents. If my mother got offended, I knew I was on the right track.”
That said, it’s no surprise the gang has plenty of critics.
“We’ll get a letter from some Christian rightest lady from North Dakota who’ll write stuff like, ‘You are demon spawn.’ And we’ll get a letter the same day from someone who’s like, ‘You boys are homophobic.’ I can (anger) both sides of the spectrum. It’s just the scatological moderates that like it.”
The thing is, Jimmy Pop points out, the Bloodhound Gang insults with an even hand. Everyone is fair game - especially themselves.
“We’re not very talented so we move around a lot,” Jimmy Pop says, with typical self-deprecation, of their live show. “That tricks people into thinking they’re entertained.”
The question is what lies in the Bloodhound Gang’s future? Are there any sacred cows left to tip?
“There’s a lot of topics we haven’t hit on,” Jimmy Pop insists. “On our next record, I think we’re going to have a song about necrophilia.”
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MEMO: This sidebar appeared with the story: The Bloodhound Gang will perform at The Met Wednesday with 22 Jacks. Show starts at 9 p.m. Tickets are $15, available at G&B; Select-a-Seat outlets or call (800) 325-SEAT.