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Massive Hot Dog Recall’s ‘Heavily Soiled’: horns, humor, and high-grade trashcan rock
By: Emily Votaw
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ATHENS, Ohio (WOUB) – Some bands use humor as garnish—an aside, a wink, a knowing nudge.
Then, there are bands like Massive Hot Dog Recall, the self-described “Midwest trashcan trombone rock” group from the Kent/Akron area whose new album Heavily Soiled hails from a maniacal corner of the universe where a silly countenance is absolutely required for entry.
First off, Massive Hot Dog Recall earns its (goes without saying) incredible band name.
If you know me, this alone is high praise.
You see, they sprout from my personal favorite branch of the rock ’n’ roll family tree—the branch that lets childlike, monk-like, or possibly chemically altered musicians combine unapologetic lowbrow humor with—yes, I’ll say it and I’ll mean it—legitimate musical craft.
Frank Zappa, of course, mastered this tension.
Neil Innes defined it, first with The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band and then with Eric Idle for The Rutles and Monty Python.
DEVO brought it part and parcel with their reimagining of electrified blues, songs like Gut Feeling, raw and heavy in sound but unafraid to be freewheeling and silly with their associated kitschy-but-sinister imagery.
Massive Hot Dog Recall sometimes resembles all of them — and certainly carries the DEVO gene. That’s no metaphor: lead singer Al Mothersbaugh is a first cousin of Mark and Bob Mothersbaugh of DEVO fame. However, unlike the Mothersbaugh brothers, whose comedy dances around the forlorn edges of nihilism, Massive Hot Dog Recall wields humor loudly, earnestly, and with such deranged conviction that – if indeed it is a “bit,” – “the bit” quickly reveals itself to be entirely sincere.
Heavily Soiled refuses to choose between being aggressively stupid and secretly clever. It does both—often in the same measure, sometimes in the same bar. It’s an album chock full of songs about lovable losers made by musicians too competent to pass as losers for long.
The record embraces narrative absurdity and gleeful sophomoric humor, but its real success lies in an uncomfortable truth: comedy in music works best if the band can actually play.
And Massive Hot Dog Recall can play. They are, astonishingly, a real band—with horns, no less—that blast through these songs with a gutsy precision.
On Heavily Soiled, the band charges in, guns ablazing, opening with Kick My A** in the Balls, – fully committed, Al Mothersbaugh oozing a deranged charisma that feels equal parts Robert Pollard as Cash Rivers (of Cash Rivers and the Sinners) and a 14-year-old who hasn’t quite figured out how to wash themselves yet. It’s militant goofiness executed with enough musical competence to justify its existence. The horns shine—playful, bright, and triumphantly chaotic.
It’s the kind of intro that tells you you’re either on board or you’re getting off now, because this record—and indeed this band—is not slowing down for anyone.
On Witch Battle Bitches, the band leans into cartoonish menace. It’s never actually threatening—Massive Hot Dog Recall isn’t trying to sour your trip like the Butthole Surfers. They’re trying to ride the trip out with you, whether you like it or not! Extra points if they can get you to crack a smile along the way.
Source taps into classic punk, but Mothersbaugh’s unhinged delivery keeps it rooted in the band’s particular oddball universe. Speaking of, let’s get this group’s cultural geography squared into focus.
I know guys like this — these are my people. I grew up in Northeast Ohio, where the existential shrug and associated cackle are refined arts, nuanced and unmistakably regional. It’s a POV bred from mind-numbingly long winters and possibly something the CIA put in the water in the ’70s and never checked on again. The humor embodies the region’s signature R-rated, working-class absurdity — a sensibility Massive Hot Dog Recall elevates through the sheer fact that they can actually play.
I Wanna Be Bored brings space-rock energy and DEVO-esque electronic flourishes with an ADHD pulse. It’s bratty, earnest, and begging for sensory numbness—a surprisingly well-paced, deceptively tight track. Everything sucks, yes, but Massive Hot Dog Recall doesn’t really sound like they believe that. They’re clearly having too much fun.
By the time Heavily Soiled ends, the title makes a lot of sense. It’s a messy, deranged album made by a band that revels in mayhem, but does so with a genuine love for the craft.
Massive Hot Dog Recall is not Zappa.
They are not DEVO.
They’re not elevating the form or destroying it.
They’re just trying to have a good time, crack a few jokes, and maybe—maybe—make the world feel a little less heavy, if no less soiled.