A trio hell-bent on a lack of commitment to convention has spewed up the trippy-arty Dos Enos. You’ll take your clothes off... Not once, but dos. As you set adrift in an electric-bluesy junkyard, tickling your pink bits like a prehistoric primate. There has to be more than one monkey on the moon. Experience Unwin, in his very own odyssey, like Goliath at the peak of a mountain range in some boundless galaxy. Inhale Hannaford as he arouses the keys, fondling each note like a gypsy maiden, mastering a volatile yet stable oasis. And feel your mind multiply with the nexus of percussion and vocals from Winkler, banged together like a beast on acid. The trio, Dos Enos have mavericked their own dirty-noise latte, so take some sips, add some cinnamon and consign yourself to oblivion. W E L C O M E ! !