You need some “Rock & Roll in Your Hole,” and you need it now. Thankfully, Bad Boy Butch Batson, a screaming apparition from the mill-villages of Greenville, SC, has exactly the rock and roll for each and every hole on his first new album in 20 years, BRUTE FORCE.
BRUTE FORCE is now available via 24-bit digital download, limited-run vinyl and CD, and streaming on all major platforms.
Meaning the kind of brute force that makes Roky Erickson sound like Steely Dan. The kind of brute force it takes to throw corrosive sleazy rockabilly surf riffs over top of a careening rhythm section and then unleash a devastating, note-perfect 1980s heel wrestling promo over top of it.
It’s lunacy with a decidedly Southern twang. It’s the devil in a preacher’s skin.
This ain’t rock and roll or punk or even “outsider music.” Bad Boy Butch Batson is lust and sin and tube amp buzz with wide-eyed frenzy in a genre of his own.
Once he’s put that rock and roll in your (ear) holes, it’s over.
Surrender to the furious stump grinder that is “Bulldog.”
Take a shower after hearing the lurid single-entendres of “Pussycat.”
Fear for the fate of the “Girls In The Dorm.”
Mourn the loss of a pretty little local news anchor with the piston-pumping “Nan Banks.”
Experience the waking nightmare of drowsy vocals, pleading desperation and found-footage weirdness of “Grace.”
Above all else, listen to some of the most raw, ragged, and raunchy rock and roll you will ever hear, led by a demented man who you cannot take off of your stereo but you don’t want in your house.
BRUTE FORCE is the first time that Bad Boy Butch Batson has appeared in 20 years. BRUTE FORCE began way back in 2009 before the sessions were abandoned for mysterious reasons.
In late 2023 Butch approached producer Sam Reynolds to request his help in completing his vision of the songs from the abandoned sessions. Sam agreed. With the original unfinished session recordings in hand, Sam brought in additional instrumentation, polish and production.
So Sam’s the guy to blame.
Even back in the early ‘00s when he released his first two albums, Bad Boy Butch Batson was more myth than man. Crackling, home-recorded tapes of sheer lunacy circulated worldwide among a dedicated underground cult.
Who is this guy? Why does this music sound ancient but modern? Why is he so horny? Is this for real?
And then he was gone, receding into legend and myth.
His absence was (and is) unexplained. His return was never foretold, it was feared. And now he’s back, with BRUTE FORCE, on Bizozzle Records.
You’ll either love Bad Boy Butch Batson’s music or you’ll hate it. But you will damn sure remember it.
