A quick look at the press release suggests that this could go one of two ways: either this is a rather silly "comedy rock" offering (clues: each member donning Travolta's surname and oversized face, the latter being one of the most disturbing sights to grace a CD in quite some time; the apportioning of roles between said members including "bass and bass" and "Light Sabre"; a tracklisting so unimaginatively referential to "Star Wars" as to cause one to balk at actually playing the damn thing) which isn't as funny as it thinks it is, or likewise, but somehow genuinely entertaining.
But go on, you decide (if feeling indulgent, or if charged with producing some kind of review out of all this), give the thing a chance. Press play. Twenty seconds in and we actually hear The Rock Of Travolta laughing at their own joke. A few minutes and the arbitrary prodding of keyboards starts in earnest. The only vocals involve mock-operatic interludes and many repetitions of "fuck" by speakers so convulsed by their own wit they can hardly force the word out. So what we are left with is basically one long first-takey backing track. It doesn't get better; trust me - I have listened to the whole thing so you don't have to.
Music needs a kick from something other than a badly played overdriven guitar. We understand this. Sadly, TROT are more like a bunch of sixth formers attempting to gesture out of a car window, but raising the wrong finger. File under 'directionless space novelty ultimately ruined by poor self-editing', and avoid. Unless you really, really like that sort of thing.
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