Mike and Dan are two fine, good-looking boys from Vermont. Or is it Rhode Island? I heard someone say Maine. Up Bangor way. Who knows. They are bringing the new revolution in finely crafted, tuneful and catchy alternasomething music straight outta New England and right to your earhole. Thrill to harmonies sweet and smooth like taffy, beats that crack and roar like a winter fire, guitars as big as the sky over Nantucket. Lyrics that will strike you dumb like a doe in a Sports Utility Vehicle's way. Put a Thirty-ought-six to my head and I'd reckon they sound a bit like Beck, with a little Radiohead in the mix. Supergrass covered in late-summer dandelions. OK, OK! Don't cock that hammer! The Beatles. There, I said it. Now I gotta go tend to my corn. As fer you, I figure you got some listenin' to do.