Like a blossoming wildflower moments away from being shat upon by a grizzly bear, Mommas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Republican constructs beautiful melodies in your ears before destroying any hopes you had regarding musicality. Or something.
It's really good. The songs have really long titles and Phillip Geehawd orchestrated these tracks from his bunker somewhere in the Pacific Northwest while eating salmon patties and salmon pate. His cats often helped.
Check these tracks out. Unleash them on your friends like the curse of a mummy's fart.