For Triumph The Insult Comic Dog, Come Poop With Me brings full circle a turbulent career that has spanned 63 dog years, dog years of struggle, faith, hope, spite, contempt, and now, at last, actual triumph.
Few today are likely to remember Triumph's early television appearances on the "Steve Allen Show," where network censors forced him to say, "for me to go to the bathroom on." Triumph overcame this and was an emerging star until his controversial 1968 appearance on "The Ed Sullivan Show," from which he was barred after his unfortunate ass-raping of Topo Gigio.
Banned from the airwaves following this incident, Triumph returned to his Catskill roots, dabbling behind the scenes as a comedy writer, crafting quips for everyone from Mr. Ed to Dick Gregory. Unhappily, Gregory fired him upon discovering Triumph was selling the same jokes to both.
In the '70s and '80s, aside from appearances on "The Love Boat" and "Donny and Marie," Triumph was best known as part of a modern "Rat Pack" that included himself, Robert Goulet, Merv Griffin and the Chuck Wagon dog. Today, as a regular on "Late Night," Triumph is adored by a whole new audience of not overly discerning young people. But Come Poop With Me, his first album in many years (the classic Songs In The Key of Poop may yet be re-released) reveals a lifelong passion. For Triumph grew up with music; it is as much a part of him as his tail or his pink thing. His father, a toy Rottweiler, sang in Yiddish Theater, and his mother, a sleek Afghan, looks like Celine Dion. (Triumph's sister isn't musical, but she smells like Christina Aguilera.)
Music is a companion on the lonely road, where Triumph lives year-round, away from his wife Erma, his mistress, Ladyfluff, and his 284 illegitimate children. Triumph has toured worldwide, from Alaska to Morocco, and has acquired gonorrhea from Pekingese, Chihuahuas, Lhasa Apsos, and an Amazon howler monkey, among many others. It is no surprise then, that his album encompasses a wide variety of musical styles, from the Caribbean calypso of "Underage Bichon," to the traditional Irish drinking song "Lick Myself," to the harder-edged anti-spaying diatribe, "Bob Barker," Triumph's venomous attack on the castration-happy quizmaster, howled with the aid of Jack Black.
But Come Poop With Me is more than simply a collection of bawdy songs, rude phone calls, and coarse exchanges with Blevel notables. It is also an album of surprising heart (as well as bowel). Marvel as Triumph picks at the last scraps of the "Dell Guy's" dignity, then slips seamlessly into his poignant rendition of the Yiddish classic "My Mama," an emotional plea to an aroused fellow canine on behalf of his aging mother. Here is the tender Triumph, and on the bonus track (a contemporary "rap" for the younger set), "I Keed" is Triumph's way of reminding us that even while attacking many of music's biggest names, he keeds. His so-called feud with Eminem, for example, is in fact merely light-hearted badinage between mutually admiring show business peers with much in common. Both are fearless mavericks. Both use humor to make their points. And both have had sex with Mariah Carey.
By: Kurt Loder