Born of stale ambition and fantastic whimsy in the dank of a Belgian winter, Benito Band has spent the past year walking the Brussels underground through a maze of lumbering rhythm, dense harmony, and organic splendour. After producing their “Benito Band: The Two Man Gentleman Band” mini-LP in a cave beneath the beacon of St. Antoine, the duo has gone on to play numerous and spectacular shows in the cafes, pubs, bars, parks, barges, gardens, parties, festivals, countryside villas, and Turkish bath-houses of the European capital they disingenuously call home. In support of their first LP, “Sarsaparilla Jacuzzi,” these intrepid adventurers visited their native Canada before returning to the Old World for a summer tour in Italy. Awkwardly poised between carnival-blues and ska-boucheron, Benito Band rises and forges forth into the musical unknown packing only a toothbrush and a bottle of forgotten tomorrows.

Honestly though, did you really think you’d be able to get it out of me? I swear Thibault, sometimes I wonder if you have ever even looked under her veil. Once you do, don’t forget what the judge told us that time we took him to Alderwood: “Once I was happy, but the stars never lie.” For shame Thibault, for shame..