What a bunch of drunken goofs.  At their best, these punks sound like a lounge act of the damned.  Imagine Wayne Newton singing Grim Reaper's "See You in Hell" (have a taste) while on an amyl Nitrate and Pall Mall bender.

At their worst (as if there were a distinguishable difference between MDF's *best* and *worst*), like the title track, they sounded (and looked) like Nikki Sixx during a visit to the porcelain shrine after mainlining Jack Daniels.

To think I was their lead "*singer.*  Good thing all the demos were destroyed/lost/stolen or eaten by escaped monkeys.

 

Liner notes:

Puppet (then known as something else entirely): "vocals," kazoo, mikestand (a la Freddie Mercury and that Quiet Riot guy)

Oscar: Percussion

Kevin: Guitar, Sitar, bass, perch, vocals

Mike Lebendude: Grunge pit, crowd surfer

Trish (aka Skeletor) and the 3 Jodis: cage dancers, groupies

Ruth: classified advertising for dates, chaperone