Recorded in a magic-filled cottage near Woodstock, these tales of mystery, adventure, and poisoned love are delivered in dueling boy/girl vocals, glorious three-part harmony and impeccable attire. The group makes a joyful noise with everything from violas to vibraphones, banjos to bones, trumpets to tamburas, guitars to garbage cans to giant brass geese. Not content with merely banging on inanimate objects, they also corralled a chorus of forty close friends to add to the fanfare. Whiskey may have been involved. Pants lost. Green cards revoked. Who wants bacon?