Bands come into the world kicking n screaming and from this they must learn to communicate with the rest of us. I remember seeing Dead T00th several years back when the then-still toothy Zach the Silver Spaceman, so affable offstage, would jolt and contort such when playing his songs, it was as if he —or something else—were trying to break out from his body. Now, the band all aspire, in unison no less, to this frenzied rock n roll, and results can be glorious, as I witnessed at last weekend’s first-ever Rogue Festival, at the Sultan Room, Bushwick NYC