Remember what you were like at age sixteen? Perhaps you and your best friend stayed up every night drinking stolen beers and rocking out to (insert your favorite ultimately innocuous hard-rock act here), playing air guitar and dreaming of becoming rock stars. Bacon and Egg never gave up this mindset, but they got off their couch and actually made the dream a reality.

Bacon and Egg's DIY collage consists of roughly equal portions of Juggalo in heat, jock jam, Medieval art-rock (they sometimes refer to each other as knights) and backwards metal. They fuel their music with drum machine, lots and lots of distorted guitar, organ for the bass duties, and a dash of Prog for style. Every track fits into one of three categories: epic instrumental, epic instrumental punctuated with hip-hop spitting, and epic instrumental with Jello Biafra-cum-rockabilly vocals -- provided by Bacon & Egg's similarly breakfast-named cohort, Biscuit. As silly as this seems, the band gives it their best, although some of their attempts turn out a little naive. "Stains on the Window Pane (That's the Beat That Rocks the House)" incorporates an easygoing back-beat with Egg riffing heavier and tougher than most of the modern metal that makes it on the radio. Working with Retardo Montalban (who presumably wasn't comfortable being called "Juice", "Toast", "Grits" or "Sausage") and Biscuit, the duo deliver a simple message -- "That's the beat that rocks the house, y'all / ahhhh yeah / get a piggy with a jiggy, gonna hog it all" -- crafting a song that's catchy, but soaked in the spoiled bleakness of their Sabbath-like melodies and harmonic structures. "Scent of Ben Gay" further asserts their rocking nature despite its oddball title and lyrics: Biscuit's off-key shouting, Egg's programming and Bacon's grime combine in a better-than-average Fugazi impression.

Sometimes the music suffers due to the drum machine's anemic tone, especially when the monstrous guitars are part of the equation ("My Mind Keeps Thinking of the Thoughts in My Mind", "Ajax Hole", "Totally Epic"), or when the device attempts too complex a pattern of rolls ("Straight Up Party Jam"), but the generally strong material compensates for the production's shortcomings.

By enthusiastically working their niche, Bacon and Egg craft their own world with attitude, ego and confidence in what they do. By ...are Fanduvo's end, you'll want to live their with them in breakfasty harmony. Perhaps they can call you "OJ".