This is one of the funniest, sickest, most completely deranged records you are likely to hear. Rarely has a band worn their neuroses on their sleeve quite the way the
Leaving Trains do. Since the
Trains are actually
Falling James Moreland and whoever he has with him at the time, it should be noted that this is the wildest cast of cohorts the cross-dressing
Moreland has ever had in tow. Featuring bass playing co-writer
Chris "Whitey" Sims, all-too-normal drummer
Lenny Montoya, and the aptly named
MO-Ron Donovan on guitar, the
Trains let it all hang out on
Lump. Numbers such as "Bob Hope" ("he's not even an American for chrissake"), "1-900 World," which
Sims would sing live in his birthday suit, and the hitch-hiking anthem "Gas Grass or Ass (No One Rides for Free)" are nothing short of hysterical. And they rock. Furiously. In fact, they almost sound like a real band with tuned instruments. Almost. As far as "Women Are Evil" goes, if you were a Martian who knew nothing about women other than what you learned from this song, you're impression would not be that women are evil, but that
Sims is a very disturbed young man. Unfortunately, this lineup disbanded before another record could be made (
Sims headed back home to New Orleans in the middle of a tour after simultaneously quitting and being fired). Many will find this album infantile at best, and downright offensive at worst, but you've got to give
Moreland points for consistency.