If Devo and George Clinton ever had four children, they'd be the Super Sonic Soul Pimps. The real story of the Pimps' lineage is more unusual: Keyboardist Dr. Wonder Bred conducted sexual experiments with aliens and humans in the late 1950s, producing bassist Intellijamus, drummer Otto E. Roticize, and guitarist Taboo. Okay, I'm just going by what the press kit said, but this could be true, and if not, I don't care. I haven't felt this funky in ages. SSSP do the Bootsy Collins/ George Clinton kind of thing with more of a Mr. Bungle attitude, which means lyrical waxings on sex and drugs backed by a soul that comes from Uranus. (You knew I had to work Uranus into it somehow.) Do you really think that the land of grunge could produce such an outfit? Hey, baby, these guys are the next big Seattle thing, and if you don't believe me, here are a few reasons why:

"Say Something," the catchiest ditty on this disc, is happy and silly without being stupid; if Paula Abdul ever figures out how to pull this off, we're in deep shit.

"My High" and "The Day I Became Cool" aren't just pot smoking songs, they're good pot smoking songs. Think "One Toke Over the Line" and then throw that thought in the toilet. This is that Toledo Window Box shit George Carlin warned your parents about the night you were conceived.

"Psychoactive Boy" has a cheesy, burbling synth that's hypnotic and groovy.

Holy shit! These guys are white! There you have it. Proof of intelligent musical beings in the universe. Oh, and I almost forgot --

SSSP puts on a fucking great live show.

-Jason Josephes