Four second cousins from culture hotbed West Islip, N.Y.—birthplace of Waylon Jennings, Isaac Hayes, and the Fabulous Moolah—World 7 take their name from the poem “Fugga Fugfug FLUGGGG It” by Beat icon Gregory Corso: “Yonder, a world! Its splendor sparkles like 7 spikes in my merrie fundament, babe!”

On the weekend of Feb. 28 and 29, 2002, opening for Suicide and Cat Power, they drew worldwide attention when their two-night Yank Fest at the Foster Light Omni-Drome, Hobart, Tasmania, established an arena-rock attendance record of 407,896—nearly doubling the previous mark set by Foghat, Journey, and Linda Ronstadt at the Hartford Civic in 1978.

Poised on the brink of ooo-pa-doo, ool-ya-koo and rama-lama-fah-fah-fah-fah-FAH-fah, the “7,” as they’re affectionately known, believe in music’s power to heal as well as kill . . . a helluva one-two punch if y’axe me.

If BUZZ means anything, you will check these cuzzes OUT. . . . I know I will.

World 7 play Central Saloon at 9 p.m. Mon., Oct. 21. $5