Well, let's see. The cover photo features chicks, blow, and piles of cash. The intro of opening track "Night at the Movies" includes a buried sample of the climactic guitar solo from Prince's "Let's Go Crazy." Song titles include "All Lubed Up, No Where to Go," "Favorite Hooker," and "Chain You to the Radiator." Looks like it's time for a new generation of indie kids to decide that what rock & roll needs is a dose of good old-fashioned sleaze. (See also: New York Dolls, Sex Pistols, Guns N' Roses, Nashville Pussy, Peaches, etc.) Singer/songwriters Mark McCoy and Jeff Jellen deserve a certain amount of props for the single-minded quality of their worldview, and more for their irrepressible mixture of glam-punk raunch ("Total Powerbottom") and Berlin-style electro-sleaze ("Post-Perversion," which even recycles the Euro-siren synth setting from "The Metro"), but overall, VMW is kinda...well, boring. The songs aren't catchy enough to be particularly memorable, and the sex obsession sounds too much like a deliberate "artistic choice," or a put-on, to be genuinely erotic. The ironic failure of this album is that it's finally just not dirty and tawdry enough.
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AllMusic Review by Stewart Mason