Lickable
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Record Label: HUG
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Hosing down the cosmos with Casio keyboard driven sexual fury, HUG spouts psychedelic, lo-fi, post-punk musick for the degenerate population of Austin, Texas. Having survived for over 10 years, HUG has regularly soiled a diverse selection of Austin nightclubs during that time including: Bates Motel, Electric Lounge, Ego's, Emo's, Hole in the Wall, Stubb's, Red Eyed Fly, Ruta Maya and Room 710 to name a few.
During the early to mid 80's guitarist Jack Hug played bass in the Washington DC, post-punk group NO TREND, who appeared on Touch and Go Records and Lydia Lunch's Widowspeak label. He's also known as "Gentle Jack" a man whose soothing phone voice can prompt even the most stubborn bowels to move with alacrity.
Casioist Scott Van Hug, who, out of the three band members most closely resembles a small, shopworn black girl, achieved fame and fortune as "Nova" in Rick Linklater's SLACKER. He also managed Austin band ED HALL during the 80's and did the artwork for their first two albums. Go ahead, ask him about his sex organs some time.
Vocalist Blair Hug spent most of the 80's perfecting devices and techniques for time travel by which the sporting gentleman may visit and orally pleasure famous condemned women, like that hottie Joan of Arc, just as they get executed. He also plays the theremin with HALO RINGS HER HEAD and HELIOS CREED and is the author of such paradigm shifting literary masterpieces as "Deep Deep Space" and "Commode Decision".
HUG squirms in its cosmic embrace with the self-lubricating Larva God of Sodom, probing eternally for the next fix of undulating fleshy entertainment, or whatever's handy. To that end, HUG is currently finishing their fifth CD, "God Gasm", which will be released in January of 2007. HUG is also producing a DVD of live performances and nightmarish scenarios that will be released when it is sufficiently disturbing.
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Lickable was the outrageous Austin CD of the early 2000s.
author: Spin, Brant Bingamon
With its Casio bleats, guitar blurts and mental-patient vocals, HUG's "Lickable" was the outrageous Austin CD of the early 2000s. For their anarchic live show, expect hideous dancers and flying debris.
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a weirdo social and political outlook that never loses it's debaucherous edge
author: Whoopsy! - Danna Williams
There are many notable sex and drug songs on this 16-track HUGfest. These signature sex songs are worthy of repeat play: "Hot Bucket"(where the band gets a little vocal assistance from friends and fans); "Pussy Bomb" (which sounds like a bombardment of, you know . . .); "White Boys"(I learned a lot about perverted white man - and women too); and "Lickable Hole" (the orgasmic keyboards and vocals are a scream). Yet it's the druggy lounge pop like "Bombed" that surprised me the most. Is this HUG's version of chillout music? Cool . . . The war on drugs has obviously taken a backseat to Dubya's dubious war on terrorism, and "HUG Says Yes" liberates the prisoners of the former war - at least in song. But it’s the band’s twisted hypocritical fascist yarn “Freebase” and the socially incorrect “Runaway” that have the most interesting things to tell us. The crown jewel of depravity goes to “You May Now Wash”, which shocked me because lyrically it leaves some things to the listener’s own depraved imagination. And somehow it all ends on a lighter, more upbeat note than the first HUG album.
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just the ticket for anyone who finds Tenacious D too refined or Ween just not cr
author: Austin Chronicle - Chris Gray
To put it charitably, Hug is an acquired taste; namely, a taste acquired after several hits off the crack pipe. Obsessed with cunnilingus, drugs, and the KGB (don't ask), the local Casio-worshipping threesome is just the ticket for anyone who finds Tenacious D too refined or Ween just not creepy enough. The Hug m.o. is simple: "Scott van Hug" picks out a childlike melody, complete with peppy prefab rhythm, on his keyboard bank; "Jack Hug" supplies texture with a wash of bong-resin-clouded guitar; and "Blair Hug" carries on like the unholy bastard child of Daniel Johnston and Larry Flynt. During one memorable moment Hug wonders what Hitler would have been like as a girl. (The answer: She would shave her pubic hair, silly.) Mind you, Hug does possess a certain charm -- "Pussy Bomb" comes complete with real explosions! And John Ashcroft himself can't match the patriotism of "All American Man," wherein Blair orally pleasures his partner not for himself, or even her, but for his country. (Heh heh, I said country.) So far over the top it's all the way back on the bottom, Lickable is essential only for those who let their subscription to Screw lapse, are barred from the neighborhood adult bookstore, or are in need of therapy. Lots of therapy.
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