Butthole Surfers – Rembrandt Pussyhorse

Rembrandt Pussyhorse demonstrates Butthole Surfers delving into their most adventurous and hallucinatory territory. The album is rife with experimental textures—backwards violin, haunted piano, tape edits—and a slow‑burn atmosphere that distinguishes it from both the hardcore roots and later mainstream hits. Neither purely aggressive nor entirely melodic, it thrives in its eerie ambiguity, drawing listeners into unsettling but compelling scenarios.

Especially on “Creep In the Cellar,” the band marries minimal instrumentation with gothic intensity and touches of unexpected beauty. It evokes comparisons to darker post‑punk atmospheres, and the influence of avant‑goth sensibilities only heightens its hypnotic pull. It remains a singular entry in their catalog—brave, warped, and unafraid to unsettle.

Reviews

"the Butthole Surfers truly hit their stride however on the deeply weird and lysergic Rembrandt Pussyhorse, an album for the ages" – The Quietus

"Follow‑up Rembrant Pussy Horse (8/10) was more of the same, only more sinister, from the warped and woozy opener Creep In The Cellar, via the punch‑drunk drone of Hall Of Whirling Knives, to a cover of The Guess Who’s American Woman so demented it sounds like a fairground being dismantled" – Louder Sound

"This album makes you itch — and I mean that as a compliment" – Darryl Sterdan, Tinnitist