Musicians reaching a point in their careers when it is imperative that they release an album with the most ridiculous title imaginable - it is a revered tradition with a long, colorful history. Honestly, now, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, what the hell's that about? And Their Satanic Majesty's Request? As if! And then there's Works, Volume 2. Where do they get this stuff! It should be perfectly obvious that Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 have been poised to gussy up the canon of Ridiculous Album Titles since, oh, about their third day as a band. Of course, there is a story behind Bob Dinners and Larry Noodles present Tubby Turdner's Celebrity Avalanche, a long, ridiculous story about a talkshow that's probably detailed in excruciating detail on a website somewhere. Their latest Communion album, literally years in the making, went through numerous nomenclatural changes because of, you know, certain negative associative baggage that each working moniker brought to the mind of the beholder. Savor the sigh of relief you can now freely breathe because we are not asking you to buy an album called Boobfeeler or Eickelberg of Nine or Adolf Hitler - the Nazi.TFUL282's biggest strength - arrangements that allow the ugly beauty of avant rock to meld organically with peppy little melodies that kick you in the nards - is finally flourishing not despite the recording quality, but because of it. Faux operettas suddenly transform into ground-to-a-halt shanties at the wrong speed; whale songs spontaneously corrupt themselves and become cries of harpooned whales; stockcar guitar riffs fishtail across bluegrass mirages; between debased jingles that have college radio station ID written all over them and chilly tinklers that could have been lifted directly from an hilarious new episode of Star Trek, backward Carnaby Street melodies battle like simultanesouly occuring concept albums by the Swell Maps, Pere Ubu and… hell, name someone, Motörhead.