August 23, 2006
If post-Beat writer Richard Brautigan had been a musician, he might have sounded something like Drakkar Sauna. Employing natty haberdashery and a contraption called the harmophone, the Sauna crafts gleeful ditties about things that few humans can comprehend-the etiquette of dueling, cannibal metaphysics, Spanish cinema-and you can sing along to it all. Misters Stolz and Cochran, the Sauna's Marxist (Groucho) masterminds, step cautiously into the fur-lined lawrence.com podcast villa to promote their forthcoming release "Jabraham Lincoln"-which they refuse to do, and instead wind up pole-dancing blindfolded to old Dolly Parton songs. Accept no substitutes! When Drakkar Sauna is around, everything's right with the world.
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