Whatever moniker they happen to be using when you encounter them — Porn, The Men of Porn, Porn (The Men of), etc. — they are quite possibly one of the most stoned bands on the planet. I recently picked up a copy of their 1999 Man’s Ruin debut, Porn American Style, and it’s the kind of album you can just smell the resin coming off of while you hear it. A sticky-icky mix of punk fuck-all and sludge disgust, one listen and you can officially get pulled over for a DUI. Yes, it is quite stoned.

Notable since for guitarist Tim Moss solidifying a lineup around him including noted producer Billy Anderson on bass and Melvins‘ Dale Crover on drums (not to mention the three albums), on Porn American Style, Moss had a range of players across the 12 tracks, making the record even more disjointed and haphazard than it already was. “Comin’ Home (Smoking Pot on a Saturday Afternoon while UFO’s Drone Overhead)” is exactly the kind of album opener I love; nearly 17 minutes long and basically daring you to sit through the whole thing. “Dancing Black Ladies” and “Porch Song” both have killer riffs, but as the record goes on, it twists and turns in different directions, never quite landing in the same place twice.

And yet it’s totally ridiculous. “Ballad of the Bulldyke” and “Ode to Theodore’s” are over the top silly, and even the noisier crush of “Double Don” or the instrumental “Pyleven” clearly aren’t about to start taking themselves seriously. Porn American Style is one of those albums that kicks your ass even as it’s flipping you off because it just doesn’t care and that’s how cool it is and take that, nerd. These are the kids who said “fuck school” and meant it.

However, a word of warning to anyone who might try and search out the album: Be careful how you phrase your Google search. Just saying. A YouTube query might not be the way to go either.