It somehow seems appropriate that a band called Cabbage, an irreverent, malevolent, and downright scuzzy band to boot, should choose to share a Christmas record.
The result, Smells Like Christmas, is another addition to their catalogue of churning, scathing post-punk releases imbued with more than their usual dose of grim, observational humour and existentialist dread. This is a festive song more likely to sit somewhere between Half Man Half Biscuit and a (feral) version of the Kinks.
The Mad Mackerel 