Rivermouth’s vocalist is a cross between a typewriter and a megaphone, their keyboardist is a classically trained virtuoso mad scientist, their bassist plays in the Richter scale and their drummer’s great-grandfather was a metronome. They want to tickle cerebra and tug heartstrings simultaneously. They spit wisdom and brew beats so sweetly that hipsters, hippies, jazz fiends and even classical music aficionados are lured into listening. This is music that demands attention.