fuck god

“The vocal stylings of their rare Christmas CD sounds as though recorded in a storage shed armed with 3,112 cigarettes and a ukelele. A search for harmony proves elusive through every track, from ‘Christmas Polka’ to a devastating ‘Ave Maria.’ They often sound inebriated or in the midst of an aneurysm. Don’t start scouting for a concert tour, though. Recorded several years ago, a couple of the Triplets have reportedly died. From the cover artwork, it appeared they already had.”