"Chairman Plow's Little Red
Genre: "acoustic punk folk"
What is with this acoustic punk folk stuff getting
put out on cd? Did open mic night get cancelled or something? On
Chairman Plow's Little Red Book, Mr. Plow tackles an
exciting assortment of topics, including emo, internet messaging, and
how lame nerds are ("Living in your parents' basement/Watching that TV
show/Didn't I ever tell you/Star Trek really blows!"). Imagine the
same three acoustic folk chords strummed in the same order while a
crusty old voice sings about about how much everything sucks. Thirteen
times. Mr. Plow is like a less funny version of Maddox, if you
thought that was impossible. The highlight of this album's inanity is
probably the bizarre bully-like tormenting of "1-900-F@*ck You"; if I may
excerpt, "Even if you had a dog named 'shit-for-brains,'/You still
wouldn't have shit for brains/Dial 1-900-fuck-you/Why don't you go
touch someone/Dial 1-900-fuck-you/Why don't you go fuck yourself?"
These songs make "Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)" sound sophisticated.
Strangely, the second half of this disc adds some bizarre keyboard
presets and goofy instrumentation (eg. country guitars, aggro beats)
to the mix but even MIDI doesn't save the day. Mr. Plow needs
to stop complaining about everything and take a good hard look at
PLOW!! Call Mr. Plow, that's my name, that name again is Mr. Plow.
[Vitals: 14 tracks, distributed by