Honey Creeper’s catalog up to now is a surreally nightmarish songs throwing up the more unsavory side of the American psyche for display in an absurd and humorous, if sometimes edgy, fashion. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say some of the artwork and song titles and songs themselves are within the realm of “NSF.” But think more in the spirit of early Ween than something like Brainbombs. This song, “Killer Gourmet Burgers,” submitted to us from an EP that seems to have emerged in 2017, is actually a short song as a testimony to a parent, a grandparent, a mentor missed deeply. It’s a tender ode to someone you took for granted in your life who is suddenly gone and you don’t quite know how to deal with it so you write a weary song with a warped jangle and your voice slowed down to enhance the sense of poignantly confused loss. It’s a song that sounds like someone used to poking fun at and laughing at everything with no sacred cows finally has to come to terms with the mortality of someone they care about and there’s no glossing over the hurt with humor. Follow Honey Creeper at the links below.