Drew Nasty

|From the day Drew Nasty was born, his parents locked him in a cold dark basement, never to see the light of day. The only time he ate was when they would toss him down a bucket of gnarly fish guts, once a week. A prisoner of his own life, the only outlit he had was a guitar his uncle Beave snuck him one fateful night. Without any knowledge of what music even was, Drew Nasty played his guitar day & night, polishing his skills, creating a style & sound all his own, until one night he escaped!