The cover of this album makes me gag a bit, but from the opening track when Jay’s fake Brit cartoonish voice and his $12 amp start up I just want to hug that bloody mess. And all from one to two minute bursts of spazziness off the charts that somehow coalesce into such sonic goodness that I want to just scream along. For some reason (that has nothing to do with the gore on the album cover) I get this weird vampire vibe from him. Perhaps the fake accent starts sounding kind of Count Chocula at times…