This amount of Feedback isn't healthy for anybody. Even the hardest Gang of Four nerd would cringe in fear. Dude, if Mr. Roger's saw what the Daniel Striped Tiger was up to these days he would become a drunk and ask personally embarrassing questions to King Friday about whether or not Queen Sara was a hellcat in the sack, then drop his pants and operate Henrietta Pussycat without his hands. Then when she failed to please him, he'd become hysterical and call her a filthy whore - believe me this would all happen in spite of the fact that he's dead.

Burnman (I think they're gone now) from Gainesville comes to mind here. Hmm, but still not sure what all the fucking racket is about. Bells, whistles, trumpets, stringy shit, vibrators, and a bag of chips. Dan sounds like they're trying to accomplish something or make some sort of artistic statement - but I'll be damned if I can figure out what it is. It's like music expressed as really hard math. Or maybe that special soundtrack for like that time when you were skating in Vegas and you saw one of those mobile billboards parked in a sketchy area picking up a dude in a dress and then the billboard starts getting all nasty…. you're scared and confused, kinda like that, just to clarify things a bit. Other than that, uh, yeah it sounds like this band is super young. My advice fellas? Keep banging those sticks and strumming that shit because music isn't math and it won't get any easier guys.