Who shook up all these beers?
Who spray-painted the fireplace neon pink?
Who installed the wrestling mat and turnbuckles in the backyard?
Who slashed all of the feather pillows and spilled the contents all over the house?
Who ate that bag of sugar?
Who ate that second bag of sugar that was sitting right next to the first bag of sugar? It couldn't have been the person who ate the first bag, could it have been?
Who's let all of the tigers out of their cages?
Who filled the toilet with spaghetti noodles?
Who's been going around putting the hands of sleeping people in warm water? Not cool!
Who has been putting whipped cream on everything they're eating?
Who believes in superpowers?
Who finds time to sweat through all their clothing an hour every day singing about sushi restaurants and other crazy shit?
The answer to all of the above is the New York City-by-way-of-Japan band Peelander-Z. All of the participating colors of Peelanders - even the retiring Peelander Red, who is going off to be an instructor at Ninja High School, he announced in September - are accomplices to all of these infractions. They instigate and conduct these outlandish rock and roll, Japanese Action Comic Punk parties that seem born out of the minds of the most well-meaning and joyous lunatics you could ever hope to know and call your friends. Their songs are amalgamations of dunk tanks filled with chocolate syrup, confetti drops and the way a completely random and drunken rock and roll Christmas morning might feel.