From the opening credits to the interview at the end with the guy who cleans and carts away the portable toilets, the film is predictably unpredictable.
Ex-Victims Family/Saturn’s Flea Collar folk, Ralph Spight and Larry Boothroyd, join up with drummer Joaquin Spengemann to produce some rockin’ brainy prog punk.
Only fatalistic determination, a full bottle of Captain Morgan’s, and lack of anything better to do kept me from flushing this stinkbomb halfway through.