Member Since: 2/28/2007
Band Website: supercharger.be
Band Members:
Tim Roelandt
Felix Serwir
Pieter Sablon
Our story begins at the docks of Antwerp, city of ice, capital of crap, metropolis of cheap, center of the universe... In one of the warehouses of the famous Polish Banana Factory a band was born.
Not this band... another band, a gathering of Antwerps finest musicians, magicians, morticians and Tim Roelandt (vocals & guitar). It was here that Tim was exposed to various musical styles, improvisation and groupies. But years went by and Tim Roelandt suddenly felt a questionable itch,... it was his rock and massive roll that needed some urgent scratching.
It all became clear, he needed to assemble a new band and return to his roots: Rock!
Being aware that a decent rock band only works if you have a rhythm section that has the finesse of a bulldozer, he decided to find out if the urban legend that states the Internet can be used to do more than just discovering porn was true and placed an add on the net.
Quite quickly a response came in from a wierdo named Felix Serwir (drums), a rude mountain man from the other side of the river. Together with his equally weird friend Pieter Sablon (bass), a remarkable personality disorder of the flemish riviera, he was looking for a guitarist to form a powerful rock combo. After some kinky webcamming and fancy chit-chatting with Tim, their musical needs seemed to match.
The band was almost formed, the only thing left to find was a frontman with the the voice of Kurt Cobain, the sexappeal of Jim Morrison and the mustache of Freddy Mercury.
Finding such a man proved to be as difficult as finding a woman at a viagra convention. While creating numerous song idea's and trendy cocktails, a lot of singers came in, auditioned... and left again. Was it our smell? Was it their smell? Who knows... The search seemed to take forever and at the point of despair Tim was fed up with losing time AND pussy on this, so he decided that singing himself was an ideal shake 'n bake solution for this ridiculous problem.
The name Supercharger was handpicked from a long list of names only known to the band members, the lady from the liquor store and some very unimportant government officials.