I think this was an in-joke or something. There’s
an elaborate back story in the liner notes, detailing the supposed
exploits and tribulations of this fictional band, The Prima
Donnas, as they tear all holy hell through the late punk cum
new wave scene in 1980s England.
This is supposed to be a collection of singles and such. Only,
the band never existed, excepting what existence they have today
as three guys from West Texas with overactive imaginations and
a taste for garage rock.
It sounds funnier than it actually is, and the music is just
not something you should have to endure. I mean, if you get
drunk enough, it’s good for a laugh, but otherwise, you’re
kinda stuck with this CD full of bad songs by drunks who wish
they were British mod punks.