Ok. So there are multiple beards involved and a bass player wearing a dodgy cape.

It's enough to have a sensible chap calling 000 and asking for assistance.

Except this rocks. In  a weirdly backyard hick psychedelic way. 

Imagine The Black Keys were bunch of suburban dead beats punching cones and tripping on daytime TV.

Ok, too close to the truth. 

Dig it.

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