The boy writes poetry, plays guitar and sings. He sits atop a bicycle seat attached to an old steamer trunk. He stomps his foot so hard his right leg is larger than his left. The girl has a voice like the angels. She adds a unique brand of hand percussion as well but troubles tend to disappear when she sings. Together they sound like folk on steroids. Charming songs, coupled with those that will bite your head off is a common theme. As an added bonus, the boy and the girl are madly in love.