Baby Rocket is the prophet.

Rocket and his lady had a kid…last year? I think it was last year. I have trouble charting temporal relations. Rocket’s pretty frickin’ brilliant despite a multi-decade crusade against last call, sunlight and motor skills (of which I must admit partaking as Lancelot to his Arthur many a night), and his lady’s got a big brain too. Plus, they’re the prototypical San Francisco-rockstars-all-grown-up sort of couple…minus the annoying monologues on the true meaning of freedom while you’re forced to check out polaroids of them swanking matching buttless suits of armor during the early years of Burning Man, or granfalloon’d insistence that they still know where to get good blow.

So you know the kid’s gonna turn out pretty kickass no matter what.

Anyway, Baby Rocket’s latest pick for Next Big Thing is apparently this posse of happy hairy howlers:

Check out here to learn about what I can’t decide is camp, cool, faux or all of the above.