The Beekeepers are a band I’d rather let speak for themselves. When punks play jazz inside a carnival tent after closing, loony warbles, ritzy tophat-tweaked shuffles, hi-hats over haunting drones, irreverent lyrics of nightmarish frivolity, saxophones like heffalumps and woozles whirling up and down checkered Escher-ian stairwells, drums keeping the heart beating and the […]