G.G. Allin's debut album is a raging, disturbingly sincere testament to misogyny; he puts on a virtual clinic demonstrating the word's definition. Allin views women as mindless instruments of gratification with irritating desires like interaction. (In "Automatic," he sings "Don't go playing with me emotionally/Or I will make you bleed internally"). His gender politics are discussed on nearly every track, which makes the mediocre girl group-style backing vocals on "Cheri Love Affair" seem all the more out of place. Allin is backed by a competent band playing Stooges-style riffs, and he himself is sometimes tuneful; this is enough to make the songs some of his best musical material. Amazingly enough, the violent hatred, sexual and psychological degradation, and staggering stupidity only hint at the heights (or depths) Allin would reach later.
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AllMusic Review by Steve Huey