A lot of this blog will refer to an unfortunate trend in music criticism. Almost every writer in the history of this craft cannot resist the pull of putting image over sound. It makes me angry, but here I am being pulled into the same dark labyrinth traversed by so many. It's only because I Google searched the word "fun" and found this picture.
I wish I knew what this band sounded like. It must be fucking awesome. Look to the lower right corner of this picture. That old woman is ALL ABOUT that guitar-board, or key-tar, or whatever moniker you wish to apply.
And so am I. Throw on a Baron Samedi top hat and I've already bought your 10 song zydeco compilation at the merch table. I am human after all.