Mr. Gnome rules. Mr. Gnome kills. Mr. Gnome owns. We hereby recommend the shred-heavy, pit-bull psychedelic rawk of the co-ed Cleveland duo to all fans of Jucifer, Black Sabbath, Portishead, Trip 66, Bardo Pond, drinking, fighting, and sex. If you don't bring an extra $8 for the eponymous debut EP, you'll be kicking yourself in the morning -- if there's any of your ass left to kick. Seriously, they're all that.