Dark, smoky, New York City nightclub around 11:37 on a Friday night. Things are heating up. This is what you hope to be hearing -- intense, dynamic grooves that ride endlessly on a rhythm, injected with wah-wahed vintage organ swirls, searing, soaring sax, chest-thumping bass, chicken-jazz guitar and Funk drumming with more than a smidgen of the Headhunting influence. In addition to their original, blistering jams, these guys tear apart covers of the Super Mario Brothers soundtrack, Star Wars' Cantina theme and "Axel F," reassembling them into dangerously tumultuous rides that only end when the Liquor Control Board shuts the party down. Which generally doesn't happen in New York.