Yesterday, a couple of likely lads finished their exams and walked into the smiling streets of St. Paul. Skipping almost virgin-like (and armed with guitars and drums no less) Jake, Kyle, and OJ ran footlong into an abandoned 1977 Chrysler Cordoba. What happened next, no one knows. What we do know is that in 0.15 seconds they were seen fishtailing into the best part of the future’s past, atop wailing riffs all but forgotten. Young, old, ancient, and winking, they’re not stopping. It’s rock and roll.