Let’s be honest: Rocket Science is not for everyone. The relentless filth of the production will turn off anyone who likes their guitars to sound crisp. The vocals are often buried in the mix, making Tim Pimp sound like he’s yelling at you from the bottom of a well. Furthermore, the album sags slightly in the middle. Tracks like “Blow (Your Mind, Not Your Cash)” and “Johnny’s Got a New Gun” recycle the same mid-tempo groove a few too many times, blurring together into a haze of distortion and snare hits.
Rocket Science is a difficult album to rate. On a technical level, it’s a disaster. The singing is off-key, the production is murky, and the song structures are held together with duct tape and good intentions. rocket science the pimps
Tracks like “Electro-Shock for President” lurch forward on a fuzzed-out bassline that sounds like it’s melting in the sun, while drummer Johnny Blaze pounds out a rhythm that’s simultaneously sloppy and impossibly tight—a paradox that only great punk drummers can achieve. Then there’s “Venus in Furs (But Make it Leather),” which is not a Velvet Underground cover, but a pounding, cowpunk anthem that features a guitar solo so out-of-tune and chaotic that it circles back around to genius. Let’s be honest: Rocket Science is not for everyone
And yet.
Lyrically, Tim Pimp is a force of nature. He writes with the vocabulary of a beat poet and the subject matter of a late-night infomercial for adult toys. This is not an album for the easily offended. Track three, “PDA (Public Display of Agony),” includes the immortal couplet: “Your love is like a broken elevator / Stuck between lust and a hard place.” Furthermore, the album sags slightly in the middle