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"A cross between the spazztastic Transformer Lootbag, an aggro Polvo, and Haymarket Riot... a blast." -- Copper Press In a universe of infinite bounds, a band of Mikes (Bridavsky, Hoggatt, Notaro) had the sheer talent and purpose of finding the non-existent edge. This Bloomington three-piece sticks out like a sore thumb in a world of binary song structures and stale, uninspired musical vision. Immediate sounds and complete obliviousness to hipster rock simultaneously offend, seduce, repel, and violate the music snobs of our time. Imagine Cream's pop structures arranged for the Mahavishnu Orchestra, probing areas untouched by The Wipers, King Crimson, Big Star, or Shellac. Prepare for a space walk or the 1918 flu: hosts, humans, books, films, love, sex, fire, power, and water are all developed into mantras fused within voice, electricity, and air particles. The sonics become tightly wedged between a rock and the roll. Fresh and piping hot, but hard and compact, the direct and spastic onslaught descending from contemporaries thirty years previous leaves room for modern rock absurdity. For better or worse, the band looks to no one else for approval. This Indiana trinity is elemental; the members dig deeper and Push-Pull harder. They say, "Hey, let's just do this!" We here at Joyful Noise say, "Thank Yahweh."