In May of 2007 Nick and Eric met up to begin jamming. They came from similar musical backgrounds, however Nick focused more on melodic death metal, while Eric tried to re-invent the breakdown.
Nick's sloppy, undefined playing style really intrigued young Eric, who struggled to play single note fills at 50 BPM. They both began to feed off each other, getting sloppier and sloppier with every jam. Soon they wrote their first song, tentatively titled "number one". With this sudden rush of energy and love of metal, they practiced less and less, writing song "number two" within weeks.
To cut things short, eventually the McGuyver virtuoso Annis Moreira arrived at the shores of Rotterdam, seeking sloppy undefined metal, and by the pull of Conan, he arrived at the door of Nick's house. They embraced. They quickly rustled their engines, and began writing music while going to the bathroom, for excessive sloppiness, which resulted in "number 3", now known as "masts ablaze". "number 4" and "number 5" soon followed. A few members coming and going (they couldn't handle the sloppiness), they were then joined by the strong, bulging arms of their vocalist Edwardo, (they all embraced).
The young warriors were set to cover Holland with sloppy sloppy man sweat and untimely garbage, until they realized they were missing some bass in their (collective) face. Not so long ago in a town known as Kortenhoef, far far away (especially when the buses are on strike), our group of unlikely heros found themselves wondering the mystical woodlands in search of the holy grail of low-end. SUDDENLY! The One they've all grown to know and love as Dutch-As-Fuck-Bouke fell out of a chestnut tree to shower them in more low end fury than trainstation Chinese food! Hail Conan!
