One Potato Review

The best kind of fright, since these monsters are harmless, and fun-loving, and swing on branches - “da-de-da” - even if somebody carved their faces all hideously wrong, and planted them on the highest ledges of a history museum. So here is an act of rebellion - all this late night carousing and thumbing their noses at the watchman -  though it’s also occasionally soulful, as when the group sits around a fountain reflecting upon “the grump of summer passing” and rudely perching birds. Finally a ballad to the misunderstood.