Imagine you and your sibling are digging around in your parent’s attic only to stumble upon a box of velvet smoking jackets, leopard print pants, and a box of records by the likes of Eddie Cochran, Dick Dale, the Ventures and the Trashmen. You don’t necessarily ask questions, but instead, you realize it’s your destiny to rock. So you start to mow lawns and save up for a drum set and one of those old-timey looking guitars and get to work. Is this the origin story of Daniel and Kevin Haglund’s journey into surf sleaze rock? Show up to find out.