The best way I can describe the Fun Dogs, if you haven't heard them (and I suggest that you don't) is an auditory cock-block. I'll explain. Listening to this will guarantee you even less ass than anyone stupid enough to wear a "Crazy enough for a Post Office Job" t-shirt.
The drummer sounds like he just came home from his first lesson. Anything the guitar player attempts to do doesn't even begin to fit into the song. And as for the vocals, just imagine that the singer for, I don't know, say Throwdown was replaced by one of those guys from the Blood Brothers or an equally lame femme band that would be described as dancey and/or spazzy. He would have been better off just dropping out of college as a 'creative writing major' or whatever, and just spent his time in coffee shops or wherever pretentious, pseudo-intellectual assholes (who were probably just shitty marching band/D+D nerds) go when they want to make everyone think they're not just grown-up dorks and that they've seen more than one vagina (without having paid for or downloaded it ).
I strongly suggest taking no interest in this band, being that they sound like a group of Phish fans got together and the only qualification needed to join was some level of mental retardation. This band of dicks is a waste of time and they can go eat their own band (cause it's shit).
My legs are all bruised from basketball. David and I want a rematch. Also I need to get safety goggles so my glasses don't fall off every five minutes and get stepped on.
