It was the Summer of 2006 when the High Council met, and it was decreed that the state of rock n' roll was in dire straits. Something must be done. Someone must deliver the thousands of frustrated rock fans in Houston from the clutches of hipster bullshit and the redundancy of modern metal. The time had come for a mighty fist of rock n' roll vengeance to rise up from the mire and blaze forth with the electrifying power of solid, tasty riffs, searing leads, thunderous rhythms, and grinding low-end beefiness.
The time had come...
for SNOWPLOW
