Record Label: S/R
Genre: Punk
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Superdude is an old hanger-on used to run with Andy Warhol and was peripherally involved with the New York Dolls and possibly others in the NYC proto-punk age. He’s probably much less of a legend than he’d have you believe, but I give credit to aging rockers who still have a lot of piss and vinegar. I also have to give props to Superdude for having, according to his press pic, killer abs. Given his physique and age, “Superdude” might actually be appropriate…

The music, though, is embarrassing. Superdude half-speaks, half-sings (in an off-key combined Brooklyn/British accent) very cringe-worthy lyrics. The music is a broad mix of styles – punk, reggae, disco, rap/funk – none of it any good, but all delivered with a manic party flavor. The songs have various flourishes and there could be anything from a lengthy guitar solo to new wave synths in a given song. But the melodies and lyrics are like a child’s cliched ideas about a genre. The reggae tunes are all about ganja, the punky songs are cartoonish, and the repulsive disco ditty “Step to the Music” urges you to “Move into the music / Move into the music / Move into the music… noooow.”

Pothead Punk reminds me of Dee Dee Ramone’s rap album, and not just because Superdude does a horrible Kurtis Blow-like slow rap on “Superman.” Like Dee Dee King, Superbad is painfully outdated and out of touch and doesn’t sound genuine in any of the genres. But while Dee Dee was mockable, this is just unlistenable. I respect my elders, but Superdude should respect my ears.

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