Isolated by their exquisite taste, The Night Marchers exude a barbarous neglect of current trends. Detached from today’s nite club society, they resemble a group of dapper, elderly Tarzans, or well groomed, unfrozen cavemen. Their actions seem just as confusing and alien to us, as we to them. This must be taken into account when listening to the band’s unconventional wail, or, when observing them rub their long dicks on doorknobs. Allez Allez is frantic, protest rock n roll against being unfrozen, against being lured from the jungle by poontang on a string. They know they can never go back, so they relinquish to the insulation of manic shredding and good times.
