Here's one of my reviews for the book.
Buck Naked and the Bare Bottom Boys
Buck Naked and the Bare Bottom Boys
(Heydey, 1993)
Lordy, he was a vision. I remember Buck stepping up to the mic at Raji's wearing pink cowboy boots, an orange feathered boa, aviator shades, the kind of cowboy hat you usually only see on a bitter divorcee from Santa Fe and bright red lipstick. And that was it. Except for the Foz E. Bear muppet strapped across his crotch in a crucifix posture--Foz E.'s face a rictus of surprise as he took it up the muppet hole.
Which was entirely appropriate for the only band I know that did a medley of songs about anal-sex. If you weren't grinning ear to ear at a Buck show while chanting the chorus, "Up Up / Up your butt!" then you just didn't love rock and roll. It's that simple. Of course, there's a tendency to dismiss Buck and the Boys' pornobilly as a cheap novelty. And while it was cheap, and it was certainly novel, I want to tell you it had a perverse, exhilirating genius. They were funny and exuberent and they had that Creedence /Cramps/SCOTS swamp twang throbbing with reverb. Buck sang "Enema Party" with such insane glee, he made the entire prospect sound like the ideal Saturday night out. That's an impressive bit of salesmanship, you've got to admit.
Every thing on this record is an original, excepting the Billy Childish cover "Sometimes (I Want'cha For Your Money)," and there's not a duff cut here. Pearl Harbor covered "Trouble" (Buck used to play in her band) and it might be the ultimate post-rockabilly bad-girl-with-big-hair anthem. Certainly up there with Ben Vaughn's "Dressed In Black." Tip to collectors: the 12" single of "Teenage Pussy From Outer Space" is the very best thing Buck and the Bare Bottom Boys ever did, and it's different from the version on this CD. A crazyman shot and killed Buck before this record ever came out. If you missed seeing him live, then you missed a revelation. (David Smay)