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      Hulk Hogan. A man of many 
      talents. We all know he can wrestle with the best of 'em as he held 
      heavyweight wrestling titles in the 80's and 90's. He's been an 
      inspiration to countless children. He's ruined plenty of perfectly good 
      shirts. He's had impressive dramatic roles in brilliant films such 
      as "Rocky III," "No Holds Barred," "Suburban Commando," "Mr. Nanny," and 
      yet somehow never won an Oscar. And of course, we all know the man makes a 
      mean bowl of pasta... 
      
        
      Still, before the 
      Hulkster got into wrestling he had another passion: music. Hogan 
      loved to jam out as he wrapped the huge pythons around his 
      quivering bass guitar. In 1995, the Hulkster made a return to music with 
      the release of "Hulk Rules" - which, as you can tell by the title, 
      was inspired by the death of a young fan of his in the UK. The album's 
      linear notes are clear: "Hulk rocks, Hulk raps, Hulk delivers a poignant 
      ballad." Somewhere along the way, they forgot to mention that "Hulk 
      doesn't have an ounce of musical talent," nor does his "boot band" who may 
      or may not all wear boots. The boot band consists of Hogan (on bass & 
      vocals), Jimmy "The Mouth of the South" Hart (on vocals, percussion, & EFX), 
      Linda "Hulk's Wife" Bollea (vocals & percussion), and John J. Maguire (guitars, 
      keyboards, vocals, bass & drums). 
      Select Records 
      sure did have quite a sonic arsenal going for themselves at the time... the Jerky 
      Boys, Kid 'N Play, Chubb Rock, and then Hulk Hogan and the Wrestling Boot 
      Band. Sadly, the album doesn't include the familiar "Real American" tune 
      that brings back so many WWF memories. Instead we're treated to 10 songs that 
      prove there is no god. Because if there was a god, he would've killed all 
      parties involved long before they even had a chance to release this CD. 
      Now let's go into more 
      detail about each track and you'll even have a chance to listen to a few 
      of them: 
      
      • Hulkster's In The House [click to listen  ] 
      Wow, what an introduction. Badly produced guitars and a squad of oily 
      men shouting "The Hulkster's in the house!" over and over. Well, 
      I'm assuming they're oily. One listen to this song and you'll instantly 
      picture a bunch of greased-up guys congratulating each other as they 
      jubilantly slap one another on their greasy buttocks. This one easily 
      ranks right up there with the infamous "Superbowl Shuffle" folks. "Hey 
      Hey! Ho Ho! Come on... let's go!" And Hogan himself is barely in the 
      song, only appearing when they shout "When the going gets tough, the 
      though get rough!" I guess Hogan was too busy keeping the other guys 
      nice 'n greasy for the rest of the tune. Well we've still got plenty o' 
      tracks left, I'm sure we'll hear more from him in the next one. 
      • American Made 
      I take it back. Hogan isn't even in this song. Instead, it's some bad 
      Sammy Hagar wannabe fronting the band. Considering this album came out in 
      '95, the lyrics to this song are astounding. Behold: 
      
      He's American Made 
      He's got the red, white, and blue running through his veins 
      He was born and raised in the U.S. of A. 
      He's government inspected, he's U.S. grade, 
      If you mess with the flag it's like a slap in his face 
       
      How that song was written 
      in the 90's with a straight face is beyond me. Patriotic cheese like this 
      was supposed to be restricted solely to the 80's. Even worse, this was 
      also the Hulkster's intro theme song for whenever he entered a wrestling 
      arena in the WCW. If only they could've included his old intro song, "Real 
      American," someone else might have bought a copy of this album. But no, I 
      think I'm the only one who ever did. 
      • Hulkster's Back 
      Unless 
      Christopher Walken is involved, there's a high chance that any song that 
      features nonstop cowbell action is destined for failure. This song takes 
      it a step further by using synthesizer-generated cowbells. Add in 
      Hulk Hogan attempting to rap (yes rap) with some funky soul sisters 
      singing "Hey check out the Python's Babaaaaaay!" in the background, 
      and you have sonic torture that even Jack Bauer would be reluctant to use 
      on a terrorist. 
      • Wrestling Boot Traveling 
      Band 
      Who invited a 
      country band on this album? Well at least it sounds like a country band 
      when they try their best to fake a twang country accent. I just have no 
      idea what the hell this song has to do with the life of Hulk Hogan. "And 
      I'll send you a postcard whenever I can... Sincerely, the Wrestling Boot 
      Band." Jimmy Hart may be the mouth of the South, but I'd gladly let 
      him hold up his megaphone into my ear and scream his head off if it meant 
      the memory of this song would forever be erased from my mind. Sadly, 
      that's never going to happen, and Jimmy... I hate you for it. 
      • Bad To The Bone 
      Oh now here's a 
      classic, they're actually trying to pull off an 80's glam rock song. Once 
      again, the Hulkster is absent from the song unless that's him in the 
      background playing the same single note over and over again on the bass. 
      But nobody wants to hear him play bass anyway, they want to hear his 
      voice. Wanting to hear Hogan play bass would be like wanting to see Van 
      Damme teach a knitting class. And while I'm sure he's not too far away 
      from doing that considering where his career is at, I'd still rather see 
      him kicking people. The worst thing about this song is that Jimmy really 
      can't hit a single high-note to save his life, which is surprising, 
      because I recall him having quite a high-pitched shrill voice back in the 
      days of the WWF. At least, if they had the Hulk trying to sing on this 
      you'd have some genuine hilarity on your hands, but no... we're left with 
      Jimmy's weak voice and some crappy motorcycle sound effects. Great. 
      • I Want To Be A 
      Hulkamaniac 
      I swear this song 
      reminds me of Bananarama's, "Venus," but with men singing instead. It also 
      sounds like Hulk Hogan was taking after Mr. T in this song by providing 
      the kids with some inspirational messages to rap. "Can you feel the 
      music, can you feel the beat? You don't need drugs to move your feet!" 
      Oh yeah, Mr. T definitely rubbed off on the Hulkster with this one. The 
      great thing is that at some points in the song he'll actually mix 
      completely unrelated messages together just to form a rhyme. For example: 
      "Always go swimmin' with a buddy! Work real hard and always study!" 
      WHAT!? How do you go from swimming with a buddy to studying? I can just 
      envision kids swimming in pools with their history books in hand. When 
      asked by mom what in the hell they're doing, the kids would simply reply, 
      "We're being Hulkamaniacs, mom!" And you wonder why we have to implement 
      the curve when grading papers in this country? Blame the Hulkster for that 
      one... 
      • Beach Patrol [click to listen  ] 
      Easily one of the most horrible, yet hilarious, songs on the album. 
      The lyrics actually include "Whoop! There it is!" in a sad attempt to 
      connect with the young rappers out there. Sorry Hulkster, even the Fat 
      Boys put your pathetic attempt at rap to shame. "Whoop there it is! 
      Check it out! Check it in! You'll be six-feet deep if you mess with my 
      girlfriend!" Whoop where what is!? Check what out!? Christ his lyrics 
      are more confusing than a David Lynch movie. Plus, you've got Jimmy Heart 
      singing the chorus, "We are the beach patrol,"  but he does it in an 
      extremely nasal voice. This song has musical disaster written all over it. 
      Oh and Hulk? Don't EVER EVER EVER try to say "HEY 
      GIRLFRIENNNND!" like a black woman. It just doesn't work for you, 
      ok? 
      • Hulk's The One 
      Was Rick Astley's, 
      "Never Gonna Give You Up," song still popular in 1995? Well either way, 
      this song sounds a lot like it from the very start... except Hogan doesn't 
      come off like a dorky, pasty teenage white guy who somehow sings like a 
      soul brotha. But hey, maybe that's because he doesn't even sing on this 
      track. It's apparently his wife's song about her love for the Hulkster and 
      his big pythons. Or maybe I shouldn't have made that last part plural? 
      Eugh. Anyway, the lyrics are corny as hell just like you'd expect: "My 
      friends all tell me you're bad to the bone. Please be baaaaad to me! Whoah 
      you're the one, the only one, Hulk's the only one for me." WHOAH WHOAH 
      WHOAH! WHAT!? Between a request for him to be baaaad and Linda's lyrics 
      about how Hulk's got her "down on her knees," this song has some 
      overtly sexual messages in it. This album must've been a hit with the 
      kids! 
      • Hulkster In Heaven [click to listen  ] 
      I guess I should 
      feel bad for laughing at a song about a young kid dying, but I simply 
      don't. The fact that Hogan has to keep referring to the kid as a 
      Hulkamaniac throughout the song while constantly making references to 
      wrestling just takes away from the "poignant" message he was apparently 
      trying to make. Forget about the kid dying, the fact is I'm sure this song 
      has killed many more people as they died from uncontrollable laughter. "I 
      used to tear my shirt... but now you tore my heart... I knew you were a 
      Hulkamaniac right from the very start." The 
      Joker didn't need to make Smilex to get people laughing, he needed to play "Hulkster in Heaven". 
      If there's one song on this album you need to hear, it's this one. Trust 
      me. 
      • Hulk Rules 
      How do you 
      follow-up a song like Hulkster In Heaven? You bust out the slap bass 
      apparently in a hard rock song. As hard as they can rock I 
      mean. The "Whoah, whoah... Hulkster Rules!" chorus is bad enough, but when 
      the song busts into a saxophone solo, that's the sound of the final nail 
      in the coffin of Hulk Hogan's (thankfully) brief musical career. 
       
      In conclusion... 
      I never thought it was 
      possible to have an album filled with almost nothing but substandard 
      self-celebratory drivel, but Hulk Hogan and the Wrestling Boot Band 
      somehow pulled it off. If I could've gone 
      through life not having heard more than half of the songs on this album, 
      I'd perhaps have a little more faith in the music industry. I'd also 
      believe that there were far less useless sacks of flesh walking the earth. But the fact 
      is this: if someone is famous and they have any remote interest in music, 
      some producer out there will find a way to release an album with them in a 
      half-assed attempt at making some extra cash off of that famous person's 
      deluded hardcore fans. 
      
      Questions? Comments? 
      
      Email -RoG- 
      
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