Sitting around the family table for a holiday dinner. Wishing and hoping that some baseless rant or clueless opinion doesn't start and disturb the enjoyment of all the comfort food in front of us. Once the beer, wine and other spirits start to flow through the veins of the family and friends gathered though-someone has got to tell the table what is wrong with the world and how they would fix it. Wisconsin noise rock/proto-grunge legends Killdozer could always encompass such moments to very absurd and heavy black humor laden level.

Here the parched voice of the band's Michael Gerald conjures up something between Captain Beefheart's gravel eating yelp and a drunk uncle babbling some unintentional dadaist poetry.

"Don't eat the cranberries. They've gotten rotten." Most indeed.