We are not a gaggle of sorority girls drunkenly belting out "Baby Got Back," we are not the fat middle-aged man sitting in the corner mouthbreathing while waiting for his opportunity to sing "My Way." We are the hard-drinkin, hard-fightin, hard-fuckin men and women of the National Karaoke Front. We will raze your bar if it is a scenester shithole. We will brutalize your ears with our song and brutalize your faces with our combo of jumpkicks and mic tricks. We sing standards for breakfast.