Trash & Kurb 

From high in the stratosphere in the Underwater Moonbase of the Apes comes original music by Trash & Kurb. A sonic junk drawer of oddities and curios containing hip-hop, alt-rock, and instrumental compositions. Rummage around until you find the musical equivalent of a sticky butterscotch covered in lint. There it is. Triple word score, bro.

Your mom loves Trash & Kurb because they're the handsomest boys in school. Conversely, the fleshly slap of their families' collective facepalm can be heard within a 2km radius, sending flocks of birds into startled flight. Yet, do whatever they say, buy whatever they sell in duplicate, and wish you were them. You can't be though. Mostly because cloning technology hasn't gotten past making melty-faced, psychotic knock-offs that resentfully maim their creators in rage-induced confusion. Also, because their money-hungry lawyers will send you a cease and desist order. 

Available for ribbon-cuttings, garage sales, and backyard gender reveals. Word.