Completely vile scummy toilet-rock from the bowels of Providence. The band themselves are actually pretty tight, thrashing away with weird time signatures and odd, random breakdowns and changes, but still sounding sloppy, noisy and scummy. But the singer pushes the band over the top. It sounds like his mouth and throat are full of something, and it sure ain't tinsel (or if it is, it's made out of fast food wrappers, toilet paper, and porn mags). Lyrics are actually included in the booklet, but they're utterly impossible to follow along (I tried a few times and gave up after about 30 seconds each time). They might as well just have tried to transcribe what he was howling after the fact.

Of highest recommendation to those with weak stomachs. Trust me, Tinsel Teeth would have it no other way. 6/10 -- Paul Simpson (14 April, 2010)