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"There's a time to fuck and a time crave, but the shah sleeps in Lee Harvey's grave." So begins the Butthole Surfers' first song on their first record, Brown Reason To Live, a tune that paid tribute to and killed American hardcore once and for all while single-handedly ushering in a new Post-Everything era. Over the course of the next 20 minutes listeners hear Gibby Haynes, Paul Leary and company raving about a Bar-B-Q Pope and the revenge of Anus Presley, thoughts of suicide, and eating cheese and rice. There's even a three-minute pop song ("Hey"), just to confuse matters more. Originally issued in 1983, this legendary Butthole Surfers EP was made by a couple of young ex-accountants with bad hair, who, despite Yankee reviewers' claims, had never even heard Captain Beefheart or Faust. Mixing Flipper with fart jokes doesn't sound like the stuff of legend, but like a fat Elvis or fatter Brando, humor and horror can make interesting bedfellows.