Birthed from the festering womb of a dying star, Dole’s Fruit Company busted all over the midwest with their traumatizing fusion of punk, sludge, amongst other eclectic genres. Lyrical content ranges from defending the property rights of arachnids to battling a radioactive worm infestation of the vital organs. Love them, hate them, castrate them, the DFC boys are on DPH. Believe it!