Ah, Christmas. Holly and Mistletoe,
the scent of evergreens, gilded decorations and sweet, familiar carols softly playing in the background…just the sort
of stuff that this CD is NOT about. Nope. Not at all.
THERE
ARE NO BAGPIPES ON THIS CD!
Yes, we're the same goons who aired out
our "Dirty Hose" in public, torturing our instruments (instruments of torture?) into somewhat recognizable music (or at least
noise that varied in pitch.)
Well, we're at it again, only this time
we challenged
ourselves with this premise: What if we rented out an entire bar for an evening and invited all of
our band members, friends, family, neighbors,stray dogs, passersby, and the kind of people who hang out in front of convenience
stores at 2:00 A.M. to join in on singing some Christmas favorites? Oh, and we'd pick up the bar tab too!
So let's get this straight - you start
with a group of gibbering, Guinness-infused firefighters who, deprived of their customary instruments of torture, fall back
on the primal scream of their misspent youth to express their musical impressions of well-known holiday tunes. Add to
this the dulcet tones of the sort of clientele one finds in bars in working-class neighborhoods who are attracted by the prospect
of free drinks. And keep the drinks coming all night. Do you have any idea what could transpire under those circumstances?
And do you have the stomach for it?
We suggest you slip this cd, unnoticed,
into the changer at your family or office holiday party. Then leave. Or, if you think you can take it, stick around
and, well, see how people react.
They may even be induced to, um, SING (under
the right circumstances) but most likely they will want to come after you with torches and pitchforks. Whatever.
We make no promises with this cd, other than the fact that it consists of:
