It was usually well after midnight when the guys really started to dig in and hit their groove. By 4am the club would be 'bats in the bell tower' and the fellas would be waking the dead with their fork tongued acid-yet-smooth jazz stylings.
Some nights, Blob would split into 3 different amorphous and grotesque entities and pick up some bongos and timbales for accompaniment. Man, what a gas...
