Most people feel the only good place for Bros is at the bottom of a dumpster or making love to their MK-48 in the hills of BFE, however, in some cases the Bro elite are recruited to the “Top Gun” of bro-dom where society revels in their contributions to bass-backed booty-shakin’ reminiscent of the pop-of-your-youth sandwiched between the grind-n-skeet of today’s favorites.
Welcome to “The Club.”
This duo’s bio makes them out to be soviet-era-esque spys evading their suburban hometown identities by holding residence in the bro-hubs of San Francisco, Las Vegas, Atlantic City and even internationally in the Dominican Republic, Canada and China; and with sunglasses and the words “dude” and “bro” permanently glued on their lips, who’d blame them. Yet, we, the wholesome suburbanite, relish in the magical release and transition from our yogurt-pomegranate-parfaits to ruffied gin and tonics through the engaging and perpetual tracks of The Rock-It! Scientists. This is especially so when their music shakes our nod with the cool-frugality of a free-download. (These guys aren’t big into merch it seems) So next time you have a in-house dance party but don’t have the chutzpah to sit down and create a four-hour playlist, see if these guys are in your area and book them for your event so you too can end up giving a nuggie to your girl-friend’s mom while doing dirty shots off your room-mate’s bare chest while Belinda Carlisle singing your anthem… or visit their site and download their pre-mixed-party sounds.
Ultimately, The Rock-It! Scientists remind us that bros are, and should remin, a piece of society that we value, learn from, and ultimately keep in cages, behind glass, and eventually re-release into the wild far-far away from our children, especially our daughters.
(ShoutOut! to My Bro danetreous who did the honor of suggesting the internet have a look at a these two love-bugs. Thanks Bro!)
I turned off Los Tigres Del Norte for this? danetreous strikes again.
The trickery of the south bay strikes with liver-vibrating bass. Oh how you would shudder to hear the tunes blasting in the subterranean HQ of Danetreous