I may well be wrong, but there's something just a little bit wrong with screwing on an English beach. First of all there's the weather, then there's the sand, then all the shit that washes up from the sea that we put in the sea via a big pipe full of shit. Finally, pick the wrong beach and the chances of getting two different kinds of crabs are greatly increased.

So here come the Bloodhound Gang, with jokes almost as good as that and not unlike a big pipe full of shit it must be said. They will assure us that sex on the beach is actually a very splendid thing surely? Well, no. This being the Bloodhound Gang this whole thing is filled with boobs, and references to "toilet parts." Yep, it's really that juvenile.

Not that being juvenile is such a bad thing - after all who didn't love the Gang's Bad Touch or Ballad Of Chasey Lain? The problem here is that the joke is starting to wear a little thin, and the song is based around the worst kind of Eurodisco. Frankly it's awful, tired and humourless. I can think of better soundtracks to screwing on the beach, or anywhere else for that matter.

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