Opening with Dr. Pain yelping and spewing about anarchy and hating the government over minimal guitar and pseudo-cymbal clashes, Morality Wants to Kill Us finds the Lepers again engaged on their merry path of adolescent hate, loathing, and destruction. The Goat-Boy, as usual, embraces death and sex with his usual élan, and "Sailing on the Styx" is one of his calmer pseudo-Metallica pieces, while a new "La Chanson Francais" once again demolishes his high-school teacher in the subject. There's a wonderfully weird bass part from 28086, created by putting pennies on his amp so it would rattle. One of the definite nadirs of their sorry career reared its ugly head here -- "Long-Time Lesbians." The Goat-Boy's particular lip-smacking way around the subject matter makes the Frogs' "Dykes Are We" sound like the Indigo Girls; his attempts at spoken-word role-playing in the throes of passion should be outlawed. Dr. Pain makes up for this sorry affair with his own particular slice of equally weird genius, "They Ripped up My Mind." Begun with the flatly stated, "Welcome to the new thrash band -- RYL," he goes off on some bizarre tangent over the usual guitar/percussion mess before a calmer mid-section appears, with lines like, "You gave me shivering brains/And thoughtful flowers." It doesn't last, of course -- he's soon screaming and whining with the best of them about, "a f*cking straightjackeeeeeeeeeeeeet!" while the music wends its indecisive way toward a conclusion. Other Dr. Pain highlights include "Over 20 Billion Killed," which somehow places Brownsville, TX, as the center of the cannibalism/Satanism empire while gentle acoustic guitar plays, and the utterly hilarious "That's Illegal, Boy!" 28086 introduces his usual note of calm with "Death After Death After Death After Death After Death" -- the subject matter slots into the Lepers' approach, but at least his calmer, actual singing helps in the weird, waltz-time pace. Meanwhile, the concluding "Lunatic Rhapsody" features his flute over distorted keyboard and weird-ass spoken-word bits -- goofy, yes, but such is the Leper lifestyle.
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AllMusic Review by Ned Raggett