Straight out of mystifying combination between nations, and music genres, a child was born . . . He had a guitar as his soul and four vocalists as his voice. The world was yet to be ready for his wrath that he would unleash upon all the spectators whom where walking all over the modern music’s path. Everyday he would hear “did you hear that new 50 cent track? Have I sent you the latest banger from God’s Son?†and similar type of nuisance. The child was astounded, there was no escape, and the music industry had forgotten all about The Fugees, A tribe called Quest, and Sade. This was their sweetest taboo, everyday same ol’ tune, nothing ever new so the people they never really knew, that a five lettered crew was secretly working on a sound, a new sound that had to unleash from the underground to smoothly vaccine the people around to accept what was really going down. Starting off-beat back in 2004 a add three years and a new voice had been born. We literally grabbed the heat for ends to meet, and the three musketeers are looking more and more like the fantastic-four.The year is 2007, and we’ve come a long way, three years back we never had a clue that we’d be standing here today, with a merit list that stretches all over Sweden to London with shows S.T.I.C.S have been blest to been seen around the globe. If in an interview or on TV show, we be bringing the same love, as the one felt in front of the mirror at home, not holding back anyone, you feel? Stics is real never going plastic. So it’s been three years off and we still don’t have a demo, working the art to perfection, never pleased with the average correction. But its all good, three of the 4 minds are just finishing high school, the last one going to university, there’s plenty of work to attend too . . .
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