Fucking awesome. This is comic gold. Pure comedic genious. With lyrics like “I can’t find my dick in this shit in my pants at the dog park” and a song about fucking a pastry, how could I not laugh? (Well, I guess I could “grow up.”) The music that accompanies these irreverent lyrics sounds somewhere between a group of people coincidentally banging out patterns on their instruments and songs written five minutes before they were recorded. There’s even a track that has some semblance of a rap song. Though I really enjoy listening to this myself, I think that the greatest joy I get from these couple of 7”s is the thought of trapping somebody in a room and making him or her listen to this clusterfuck over and over. I’m filing this one under schadenfreude.