These fucks right here… they are the closest thing to Beavis and Butthead that we’ve ever had in the van… but like a humble Beavis and Butthead, and I love any kind of Beavis and Butthead, so it was all good in the hood. They have been bugging us on Instagram to book them ever since we met them up at Terrapin Station years ago, and to be honest, for the most part I was aware of them afterwards, in that they slid into the DM’s a lot, but we never responded. Then one day I was bored and decided to listen to their music, and reckoned I could fux with it and also that I was at the time, hungry. So I set out to see if a band from San Francisco would get me lunch delivered to the Jam in the Van HQ in Los Angeles in return for a session. I requested Shake Shack. They sent me Shake Shack, although (and I didn’t tell them this yet) they fucked up the order a bit. They got a lettuce wrap and I asked for a gluten free bun, but that’s neither here nor there, it’s the thought that counts and they are the homies now… but no dudes, you cannot park in our lot and sleep on our couch.