I'm pretty sure that some sort of flaming drumstick choreography would put The Inbreds over the top. Mike sticks to dazzling displays of 'bassness' and singing. Mike is tired of hearing about Paul McCartney. Think Tim Finn instead. I look forward to that imminent moment in the future, when Mike hits the centerfold of Bass Player and Dave does Vegas.
Some people become confused when there's no guitar player involved.
There was reportedly, an ill advised experiment involving a guitar player, but thankfully, I never had to witness it. Hooks are everything. You may remember the song from such times as before the current suffocating climate of wandering electronica or chemical beats. There are no chemical beats on the new Inbreds record. There are songs.