Lightning in a bottle or drizzle in a dixie cup? Here's the answer: Suneaters Live puts the 10 in SEX.

Derisively called the not-so-stupid Spin Doctors who, grinding teeth like black market Adderall, are sometimes identified as things considerably worse. Maybe called committed navel gazers or sometimes gavel nazers, infrequent navel lasers or (dammit) professional laser losers, Suneaters holler from the molehills their confounding, 20th century, heroic, snotty, tongue firmly between cheeks, rock n' roll fantasy camp champion sounds.

From the deep, damp catacombs comes this prime and fat free collection of exclusive anthems zonked out on effects, emoting and topped with endearing anxious noodling. Hunkered in their bunker lost in the woods and surrounded by a humble midwestern metroplex, Suneaters, ever fearful of the monsters of mediocrity lurking behind the closet door, mine their exhaustive soul, reserving their purple passion for the ultra-exclusive sojourn to those dark, stinking locations where people play their songs and challenge rock n' roll anonymity.

You, who are about to press play, are welcome to this presentation of heavy duty, scented inside jokes, aural hopscotch and cryptic meanings. Suneaters save their best selves for stage pleasing the dummies and the rummies, the easily swayed and the eagerest beavers. If you've ever seen them, you'd understand. Fine tuning their witchcraft with admirable self-care and remarkable hair (for their age), Suneaters show no restraint. Live they dosey-doe like a quartet of happy-go-lucky Satanists standing in line for ice cream or rollercoasters.

As charming as a run-on sentence. As meaningful as a pressed birthday suit. These amateur astronauts, lick after lick, twist after twist like a quartet of dizzy gillespies at the dipping sauce dispenser, are a goddamn revelation. Doesn't take a focus group or groin injury to grasp that these live Suneaters sounds manifest abundance right up your fabulous keister. Boycott the plain and simple and steep that keister in the mystery of scarcity recorded here for taster's choice

Don't be a benchwarmer. Get lifted with this live nug of history before you burn out on freedom. Get in the mood. Toss on your wooden hats and whale fur pants and unroll yourself with some live Suneaters, you beautiful swine!