Champions of Breakfast hark back to a time when Electropop meant something in the American Cultural Imaginary; a time when kids learned binary code for fun and people died over D&D. With enough sharp wit to know when not to use it, Champions contain all the punk furor and tenacity you'd expect from two guys in mascara. Songs are short and to the point: wizards and ribaldry. Always.
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