They call themselves, “little kid and dog.” Hell, I don’t know if that’s true, but I’d buy that damn record.
Listen to them rip into a sizzling rendition of “I-really-don’t-know-what-song-that-is.” It’s shear genius and reminds me of early Frank Zappa. Pay special attention to what can only be called a highlight. It’s the end sequence. There’s silence, and then whamo! Brilliance. One last shrill note that probably woke the devil himself. The dog has solidified itself as the yin to the little kid’s yang.
