The funky, hip-hop thing el Dopa does serves them well; when they push toward a complicated, multi-layered style, they occupy both your mind and your feet.
They’ve gotten way heavier and grittier in the last year or so and now they crunch on this powergroove like Aerosmith or Hanoi Rocks on a mean J.D. binge.
Chris Dyas, his pockets filled with facial expressions barely contained beneath a ball cap. Slightly self-deprecating and sarcastic, sadly cynical and smirky.