The shows are an exercise in organized irresponsibility. The music is colorful, eclectic, and tasteless. They call their sound "sunshine synth-pop," which means they use computers to back them up with uptempo and ever-changing beats as they sing lyrics that are somewhere between psychedelic-narrative and Sharkula. They are clearly catering to a very specific breed of theatrically-inclined eccentrics, the only demographic that might understand the vision of these two self-proclaimed degenerates.
|2||Dear Kind Sir||
|3||Ode To Arslan||
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|7||Mouthful For Your Earhole||
|9||Biting The Hands That Please||
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