It’s Elephant’s are the lime in the malt liquor. They’re the smiling faces at a funeral. Their sort of punk, sort of acid-induced rock persona transitions into a far too demanding world with a substantial frenzy. It’s sort of like a jazz choir playing at CBGB’s. Their sophomore release, Gets Along, beats you over the head with a rock ‘n roll NERF baseball bat till you want to shoot up your nearest supermarket. This is one of the most deliberately entrancing discs that has come …