Binging on the sounds of speed, aggression and complete insanity, four members formed a mob so dysfunctional, so cantankerous, that inferior human beings whimper at the site of them. Feeding off the transuded energy of an over-stimulated crowd, they perform with dynamic compassion, pizazz, and complete comfort under the bright light of an auditorium.
Caterwauling guitar riffage, earsplitting snare shots and spaztic vocals fill the air like heat on a hot summer's eve. Replacing the soothing white noise of your eardrums with a piercing ring is a sign that they have communicated with you for one small moment of your life. A dysfunctional show will shock you, moderate you, disgust you, forever.