Custom sounds like if Beck grew up actually liking Judas Priest, and not in some hipster contrarian way, or the Beastie Boys had the musicianship of their latter material with the reckless abandon and willingness to fight for one's party of the Licensed to Ill logic. "Hey Mister," an open letter to an unfortunate father whose daughter is being schtupped by the sinning singer, sneers, "God gave her the perfect body/Now I'm all up in it." The punch line of "I hope I never have a daughter" matches the punch of the industrial ...

Fast 2002, Artist Direct Records

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