Live, our sound is often described as akin to blasting down the road in your crappy rust bucket with the windows down and the oldies station blaring through your one functioning speaker. Then, suddenly, a big rig hunkers down on you and slams you from behind, shattering the rear window and crumpling your trunk. And just as you go careening off the road, you're sure you hear someone whistling "The Baby Elephant Walk."

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