Ready for some truly questionable musical behavior? Wanna squirm in your seat and cautiously make sure that certain "others" aren't within earshot? Getting caught with Trash Hits the Rock shellacking your speakers is almost as character-damaging as running into your Mom at the Adult Video Shoppe.
The Sexy Finger Champs are poised for rock 'n' roll success. Sultry, sexy pretentiousness trickles out from under Chepo Pena's well-worn mesh shirts. Hotter-than-Hell bassist Rebekah strokes her bass's neck until it squirts out unmistakably catchy rhythms. Voluptuous vocalist Kerri Beets provides the band with her unique brand of fashion sense(lessness)...and the skin-tastic, underwear-less Snoopy relentlessly pumps his big stick(s) on the drums. And after all of these eye-popping marvels, you realize that the band is armed with an arsenal of ass-kickin’ tunes, too. Damn, maybe you should stop making regular visits to Pleasureland and adopt this musical form of indecency instead.
With topical variety ranging from Lolita-flavored dating plans in "Too Young to Date" to the baby-sitter’s do's and don'ts, as echoed on "Baby Monitor", the Sexy Finger Champs grab less-than-kosher topics and squeeze 'em for all they're worth. Besides churning through poppy, punk rock numbers, The Champs send forth a trickle of South-of-the-border love woes on "Tejano", and Beets’ classy ode to humping Star Trek sex symbols, "Jean-Luc Picard", leaves you contemplating your own Vulcan Dick Meld. The trump card has to be the beefy cover of Fang’s "The Money Will Roll Right In", which is guaranteed to convert any borderline fans to The Champs' dark side. It's punk rock with all the fixin's; cheap guitar licks battle boas, busts and ballyhooing broads, leaving your ears hooked on one thing and your eyes staring at another.
If it’s been a while since a band’s ridiculous stage antics and ludicrous lyrics have brought a smile to your face, The Sexy Finger Champs are the only prescription you need to get back on track. Whether you heed my medical advice or not, listening to Trash Hits the Rock will get those hormones racing and your fist pumpin’ with campy punk rock fervor!
