Listening to Buck Gooter you hear contradictions of caterwauling, cacophonous railing; screaming, snarling and gnashing hurled over drony beats and jarring guitar lines.  One can’t help thinking to oneself if this is a white-trash parody of trailer park life, a punk-rock free-style or some sort of crypto-intellectualizing with a ciphered message. Whatever the intention, one gets a kind of involuntary headbanging, arm-shaking, thrashing reaction to it from the second their huge sound starts.