How do you expect him to hold his mocha frappuccino? Seriously speaking, their live performance is a wall of notes clashing against one another in a eco-friendly hadron collider. Devito's bastard son could faintly be heard under the drowning barrier of black metal riffs that smash out of the speakers like a PETAn liberation army. I've seen them three times, and each time they fall short of being marquee.