I'll Drink to Drink Up Buttercup. Maybe Some Absinthe.

So the Dr. Dog show last night was predictably fantastic. Be it in a tiny club or a 600-hundred seater, the Philly boys of Dr. Dog could stir up a room of the tightest Republican senators to break into a groove and get down. I'd refrain from saying the show was perfect — but that's mainly because they didn't play "My Old Ways."

Aside from that, all was wonderful — overwhelmingly positive vibes bouncing from wall to wall in the club, kept afloat by the band's sublimely flowing rock and roll. A Dr. Dog show has the same effect on me that I imagine Oprah does over most of the middle aged women in America — that feeling that everything is alright, everything is lovely.

But the surprise of the night was openers Drink Up Buttercup. Just like Dr. Dog often hit like Beach Boys at that band's most happy and magical, Drink Up Buttercup take the same band's creepier, psychedelic side and twist it into a wild swirl of pounding trashcan percussion, maddening harmonies and dinosaur stomp bass.

This music is following Alice down the rabbit hole. It's being inside an Edgar Allan Poe story. The band's live experience is that crazy.

The studio recorded stuff (check MySpace) successfully sounds like it was recorded in the lowest level of a submarine mid-deep sea dive, but live the band explodes off the stage with enough energy to take down said submarine.

These videos don't nearly do the band justice, but I hope it's a decent primer. You owe it to yourself to check out Drink Up Buttercup. Just don't go too crazy.