Supahoney is a band that refuses to understand what it is, a fact evidenced by moments of self-aware choonage that leaves audiences umming and awing. In these flashes, the band stumbles upon flits of sonic coherence, only for this momentary genius to be followed by aeons of aloofness. Why? You might ask. That is the perennial question on nobodys lips, and the precise reason one must see Supahoney live.