There are few who've translated the magma pulse of rock exaltations with greater clarity than carlos. The slurping sound of comfy hooks moving through a day dream, glowing guitars smoking a bowl of tasty pop for the the right reasons, that's the sound of carlos. For carlos nothing is more important than standing proudly on the rock of the greats and playing their songs loud and high into the heavens. and, they also occasionally don wigs and become heavy hindenburg, doing all led zep covers... push push, indeed.