Fittingly, the song was also a showcase for what remains the band’s most significant internal development: the replacement of original bassist Paul D’Amour with London-born, ex-Peach four-stringer Justin Chancellor. Compared to his predecessor’s somewhat more staccato attack Chancellor was a pure bassist, leaning into the smooth depths his instrument could unlock. Drummer Danny Carey branched out an already intimidatingly expansive kit, too, with the addition of electronic pads, including the Simmons SDX.
Recounting (or perhaps imagining) the salty exchange between Maynard and an entitled, arsehole fan who’d accused the band of ‘selling-out’, provocatively-titled highlight Hooker With A Penis unfolded as a cutting comment on the commodification of Gen-X culture. 'All you read and wear or see and hear on TV is a product begging for your fatass dirty dollar, so shut up and buy my new record…' the singer rages over sounds that knowingly harked back to the band’s harder-edged past. It was no coincidence that by their headline run at Lollapalooza ’97 – a festival buckling under its own ‘sell-out’ status – the song had been promoted to regulation set-opener.
The interstitial interludes peppered throughout the release were loaded with playfulness. Not only did they pad the album’s 78-minute run-time out to almost the full capacity of a single CD (yeah, there’s a reason these records only just made it onto streaming services…), they gleefully pointed back at the listener – daring us to snigger along to jokes at our own expense. Useful Idiot, placed at the end of one of a side on the actual vinyl release (which arrived two weeks earlier than CDs and cassettes) was simply 38 seconds of the sound of a needle skipping out at the end of an old-fashioned LP. Message To Harry Manback was a blurred voicemail, apparently from one of Maynard’s inexplicably-infuriated houseguests. Die Eier Von Satan seethed with industrial threat, playing on listeners’ simple ignorance and ingrained prejudices against Teutonic rhetoric. The stern German voice, rallying crowd-noises and pounding hydraulic press came across like the last testament of some Nazi leader. In reality, it was just Marko Fox – bassist for Danny’s electronic side-project ZAUM – reciting the recipe for a cannabis edible.
That frivolity threw into stark relief the album’s darker moments. Jimmy, for instance, is another deeply personal cut, that’s been referred to as a sequel-of-sorts to Undertow’s Prison Sex. Referencing Maynard’s troubled upbringing 'Under a dead Ohio sky…' and perhaps referring to the departure of his mother: 'Eleven and she was gone, eleven when we waved goodbye…' Amongst the dizzying maelstrom of mind-bending musicianship and twisted insider references, it’s an open wound that jarringly cuts through.
The last two tracks form something of a closing-act and tribute to departed friend and comedian Bill Hicks, who had collaborated with the band briefly during the Undertow process but passed away from pancreatic cancer two years earlier. Indeed, the album artwork features a painting of Hicks dressed as a doctor – standing over what appears to be a stricken Maynard – alongside the caption ‘Another Dead Hero’.