Dingleberry Dynasty is to music as a coked-up clown on fire is to a funeral service. While it’s certainly not what you expected, you can’t help but stare in confusion and wonder until someone finally puts the fire out.

If the cast of “Jackass” started a band, Dingleberry Dynasty is what would happen. The Annapolis, Md.-based septet rocks out and rocks hard with a mischievous arch of the eyebrow that says, “Maybe, just maybe, there is a poodle hidden up my rear end.”

The band will release its second full-length album, appropriately titled Doodie Calls, on April 1 (April Fool’s Day, of course). The 14 bizarre tracks are packed with over-the-top gross-out jokes that ask the question, “Do you get it?” And if you don’t get it, then you, my friend, become the punchline. You are the old man standing outside in his underwear shaking his fist, and Dingleberry Dynasty is the group of kids who left the burning bag of poop on your porch.

As the image of diarrhea on the CD implies, this is not an album for the tight of ass. From being humped by a dog to having sex with a 13-year-old, from being a dildo to being a boogie, from voyeurism to prison rape - if it’s a subject other bands step over, you can be sure Dingleberry Dynasty will drop to the ground and take a bath in it.

But here’s the weird thing: Dingleberry Dynasty is really good. The musicians are talented, the performances are tight, the low-brow potty jokes are executed with superior marksmanship. It’s highly orchestrated performance art, a “South Park”-meets-”The Teletubbies” opera with a cast of often-naked and always-kinky musicians. On the playbill are: Dixie Cup (vocals/harmonica), Bobby Colorado (guitars/vocals), Dr. Tingle (drums), Joy Juice (vocals/tambourine), Truck Stop (guitar), Buttercup (bass), and Velvet Thud (guitar/vocals). Call them “retarded,” and you will not only be right, but you will be paying them a compliment as well as ripping off their band bio.

They play songs forwards, they play songs backwards; they wear giant dildo-suits, they wear their birthday suits; they tell dirty jokes, they tell dirtier jokes. No matter how you spin it, the Dingles are fun. Just don’t drop the soap anywhere near them.

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