Calling this an "album" is pushing it — its 12 songs are over in 13 minutes — but that's part of the joke: This is total speedfreak music, the rock equivalent of Crank: High Voltage, as fast and mock-threatening as the Tasmanian Devil. The band's obvious model is late-period Misfits, except with porn substituted for that band's horror-movie fixation ("Let's Fuck" is functionally very similar to the Misfits' "Green Hell"): Frontman Blag Jesus (a.k.a. Blag Dahlia) sings almost exclusively about the concerns of the reptile brain. In the Dwarves' single-minded mission to give offense, they become adorable. What keeps this from being a one-play album is that these spasmodic little songs are not just stupid, they're perfectly stupid — "Drug Store" is so nicely constructed that it's practically a commercial for stealing Romilar from pharmacies, and "Motherfucker" seems like what "Surfin' Bird" was always trying to articulate. In any case, there's absolutely no chance of getting bored with any of these songs. Just watch your wallet and your medicine cabinet.