"Now, it's not very often that I'd let a band's self-penned description influence my review of their music. Lord knows, bands can sometimes be prone to hyperbole when it comes to themselves. And it's even rarer that I'd actually let that band's words make it's way into the review itself, but damn if the boys from Tok haven't captured the imagination and hammered the nail right on the head with the handwritten note they scrawled to me. "(Our music) is like if the Replacements, Nirvana, the Pixies and the MC5 got in a fistfight. Then someone scooped up all their blood and teeth and rubbed them all over a golden skeleton, and the golden skeleton had a flying V carved out of woolly mammoth tusks. So he's wailing on that thing and some grizzly bear is eating people and playing drums, and every time the bear hits a drum someone's head explodes in a beautiful shower of confetti." Um . . . yeah, that just about does it.