The Hentchmen experience is like an indoor beach party held in January. You can't really go surfing as the clean-cut guitar riffs, drum crashes and organ (?!) strains might imply, but for some reason, with the heat on overdrive, sand in the living room and Hawaiian shirts as far as the eye can see, the end result is way more fun than the inspiration. The Hentchmen don't get discouraged by the Motor City's lack of sun, sand and surf. There's a dirtier punk attitude paper training alongside the pet sounds that prefers a cavernous, mug-swinging bar. Extra emphasis is placed on the hot rod and hot chick aspects of rock 'n' roll from decades past but sped up, souped up and stripped down, in one of Detroit's finest garages, of course, for your listening pleasure.