Most likely to escape their own dark version of water, Denmark’s Oh No Ono came to New York last week to play their very first shows in New York. We cornered them in a Williamsburg kitchen and with very strong, aggressive language, cajoled them into plugging in and sharing two psychedelic sugarcubes from their excellent full-length, Eggs. As evidenced by the videos (“Internet Warrior” is above, the boho beauty of “Eleanor Speaks” is after the jump) sandwiching this text, they politely obliged. We thanked them and backed slowly out of the room. Everybody won.