….And from the ashes of music Rock shall rise

It is no secret to anyone that getting into the music scene in this country is easier than opening a bottle of beer.
Some producers have made it a point to prove that with a fuck-ton of money, even a Broccoli looking broom stick holding a microphone could shoot to stardom. With names like Melissa, Naya, Dolly, Nana, Fifi and Klink worthy of a Disney class reunion, our mass medias have been saturated with low class form of art. From TVs, to radios, billboards and venues our senses are constantly being molested by school-girl-looking chalk-board-squeaking singers, making the task of escaping them more daunting than avoiding your ex Girlfriend who you keep bumping into. Facing their mushrooming presence, most of the music arena has been reduced to ashes.

Against this flood of filth, one band stands as mighty guardians at the Gates of Rock with a sound roaring louder than the anger of Zeus, rising the wall in the face of anyone attempting to enter the fortress without the proper talent.