It was late in the summer of 2003, the sky was big, dark and full of stars and the boy's heads were just the right kind of blurry. The bonfire was big and the flowing alcohol and such were bringing the collective buzzing and haze into a tight focus around a particular idea. Not like the staunch, stoic, fake, idealism of old, overweight white men; with flakey starch on the collars of their suits, the smell of expensive cigars and the mellow annoyance of false patriotism, with them waving the flag with one hand and jerking off with the other. But instead with the ideals and concepts of personal freedom and the power of expression, the collaborative effort of breathing life into something and letting it go into this defective world like some sort of god damned smoking atomic monster. Ideas like the biting need to lash out at the nearest living thing and kicking it's teeth in. The idea for the band has always been, like it was that night long ago; to do it differently! To do it right! To not sound like a boring, cookie cutter, cardboard rock and roll band of the week that you can see anywhere at any bar on Saturday nights across the country. But to sound like something more pure and right, more soulful, more honest and aggressive....more real.
Since that night they produce their brand of Harder-Rock driven by unrelenting guitar riffs, betrayed-and-pissed about it vocals, punk-influenced drums, and brick-wall solid bass lines. But this is not what drew them together; this is not what keeps them together as a band. It is the singleness of vision and the need to do something greater than the individual that keeps them together, like a twisted, demented Voltron functioning as a team, working through their own shit and kicking the teeth out of whatever lies in front of them. Their destiny is waiting in the dirty, back alleys, bars and clubs blasting the audience with all their intensity and energy. They are waiting to be found and cast into immortality with some sort of acid induced fate......
An actual account by Jon Towers...
