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These guys come on like a fiery chariot through the streets or some kind of rock n' roll colossus. That big beat kicks in. The guitars are a symphony of dinosaur howls. Square wave and rock organs trumpet through the air. The singer's all lost in freakout. Kinda Mick, Iggy, and Brando when he started to lose his shit. Like all of those great rock bands, they look like some street gang you secretly want to join.

They got the desert rock riffs. The beards always nod in rhythmic approval. They got the big swing beats those girls you wanna get to know like to dance to. Ya know, those adventurous types... Bloops. Beeps. Cowbell and tambourine. They got a few of those sleek garage riffs and they can do the whole cruising wall of sound trip. They may not save rock n' roll but they will probably be there for it's last stand.

I've known the dudes from the beginning. Sometimes I see a show or hear a new song and it's like they tapped into cosmic secrets, man. They are working on a follow up to their last record, Beast Sounds and Parlour Tricks and not many appearances are happening until the new slab goes down. If you get to catch a glimpse of the unicorn before that happens, then far out, man... far out.

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