“I want to dance, want to dance.” Great fun, lots of nervous laughter about the realities of horror in reality, and finger-poppin’ jive in this dish. Saturday night in the trailer park, with lots of friends joining in the choreography. Love it. The rhythm doesn’t let up for two minutes and 30 seconds of pure pleasure. Toodle Oo. Shoutouts for the equally dance-enhancing ska tastes of Hammerblow (“Hey, we’re glory bound!”), and tasty mariachi flavors of Arráncate. Sweet guitar & trumpet solos. Be prepared to sweat in many flavors!!! Thanks guys!!!
Cherry Poppin' Daddies