After a long day of shopping for skinny ties and fuzzy sweaters, the Dragons like to rip into a set of motorized, high octane rock 'n' roll. Slashing, twirling guitars roar through every song, shredding chords into little bits, while the drummer pounds out a fast and furious beat. The lead singer pays homage to all the early bands who epitomized this kind of pre-punk 'n' roll with lyrics including "I'm judging / my final hour / and I'm living my own raw power." Picture a more revved-up version of the Ramones, complete with a more venomous version of Joey's vocals. The Dragons are, quite frankly, awesome.