From the pictures these dudes look fucking rad, but you know how pictures are. If they don't steal your soul, they lie. And you end up on an awkward date with some dirty fat chick from a chat room. If Space Ghost sycophant Brak was ever the lead singer in a rock band, this is what it would sound like. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, because Brak is a funny motherfucker. But whether or not he should have a rock band is up for debate. I think his Dad would be cool with it as long as you didn't move his chair or usurp his authority. I have to admit that the music itself is catchy and could, in a moment of beer-soaked euphoria, induce a bit of the beef curtain bop. But the lyrics are so “Brak.” It's like they channeled Brak through famed psychic Tana Hoy. Then again, it could be that retard Corky from Life Goes On.

Is he dead?