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The band standing in a circle slapping an idiot back and forth among them, each side forcing him to alternate between trumpet and trombone, both played with confident silliness. That's not percussion you hear; that's tripping and stumbling... at least until the band gets a grip on things and finds its groove. Then it's time to hit the highway. Oh, that idiot? He joined the band a few songs back, and everyone is better off.