Virgin-Whore Complex singer Spats Ransom has a sort of blandly pleasing voice, which works with the music; it's his co-vocalist Deb Fox's blandly annoying voice that usually causes trouble, but in this song she isn't annoying enough to pass as the singer's mean, oblivious mom. The whole thing seems canned, like the theme song to a sitcom a little too bleak to get produced.
During their brief existence, the band tried to cultivate an air of mystery. Unfortunately, this was around the inception of the internet as mass medium (one album in 1996, this one in 1998) and their label's website was genuinely scanty, so they kind of vanished without a trace. (Appropriate, but kind of too bad.)
[Out of print; Amazon wants to sell it to you for a penny.]