I hear you say as you randomly stumble on the conversation that is going on here between Lydia and Henry.
What the hell indeed!
Track 1.  Lydia and Henry introduce themselves by attacking each others vocal chords with a saw, so you can hear bits of flesh flying everywhere here.
Track 2.  Obviously this is the Bill Murray theme tune, I need say no more.  Lydia and Henry have ingested themselves backwards. Bill Murray can fuck off.
Track 3.   Lydia has Henrys head in a vice and is hitting him repeatedly with a cylindrical object. This is otherwise known as circuit bending in some communities but here they explore this concept further.
Track 4.  Here they have leggo in the blender but also mixed in some farts, nice one.  Henry is actually a cave man.  I like caves.
Track 5.  Fuck Nemo
Track 6. F**k stone henge
Track 7. The two lovely girls got hungry so made some hamburgers out of moth debris and singing bowls.  Henry got too much hungry tho and ate off his own hand before they were finished.
Track 8. I'm glad they mentioned sex appeal cause this is obviously the point of this album.
Track 9.  no comment
Track 10.  marbles
Track 11.  After all that grime they were dirty so went for a shower, Henry Bled to death after Lydia re-enacted  Psycho.
Track 12. F**k the Macarena and tribal
Track 13. Lydia covers Henry in sticky tape and now we have the sticky tape man.
Track 14. Pea soup is disgusting and this is obvious. They used it in the famous Brain Dead film in the puke scenes. L and H are zombies.
Track 15. Finally some harsh noise.
Track 16. I'm nearly half way through this review, I need a caawwwfeeee.
Track 17.  Tarot reading is bullshit. Narcissists rock.
Track 18.  L and H form a human pyramid by multiplying themselves and then chew off their own limbs. While rummaging through a pile of dislocated heads.
Track 19. I had to pause the review here because auto correct was annoying me by underlining narssisists, who can spell that word anyway, it's just done it again..
Track 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29. 30 real deep. Weebly crashed. revenge of the rubberbands, feedback gone, f**k Stratocasters, get in with the slim crack pot, the seven dwarfs came for a visit, knives and rummaging and stuff in your ears and creeky rusted automobile down the pipe work of stop swearing. Snoring is the giant at the top of the beanstalk pillow suffocation, a dent in the arm of forever. I can't stand this, someone turn this shit off, I'm going to Ibiza, shave your own head meat ball, you can't sing dick head, I'm going for a swim.