A long time ago, a suburb or two away, a group of teenaged boys – confined to the monotony of maroon-tie-blue-shirt Catholic high school education in middleclass suburbia – found itself voicing its frustrations through music. It starts off as a group of close friends generally dissatisfied with the prevailing order and pretty soon our whole year group has reached the consensus that we’re a group Satanists who sacrifice goats on the weekends. Oh, the irony, given our hard-boiled secularism and the fact that we were all pretty concerned with animal rights.
So, on the weekends – around the time we were supposed to be sacrificing goats (/babies/virgins) – four lads (Patty, Brendan, Aaron and Dave, at least one of whom is me) began jamming in Brendan’s rental house garage, wherein you froze if you stood still for longer than ten seconds at a time. Aaron, at the time our vocalist, spent less time singing than he did head banging with dangerous paraphernalia like hedge clippers, sledge hammers and pruning saws. Eventually, we were forced to part ways with Aaron, but, funnily enough, it had nothing to do with this practice.
These days, the three of us remaining just spend our time making vaguely-aurally-pleasing noises in the vain hope someone might be listening. We’ve played some shows. They were cool, except the one that got usurped by Nazis. That one sucked. We’ve been described as “progressive punk rock with edges of metal†by our friend Josh and as “funk punk-metal†by some guy whose name I forget. We write about issues that move us, such as politics, scepticism, life, love, human rights and death. We don’t write about issues which don’t move us, like religious sensibilities, the fact that you liked it but didn’t put a ring on it, our want to sate our sexual urges or Zac Efron’s ridiculous career. Cheers!
If you’re a stranger to our antics, come to one of our shows and have a beer with us. Say hi! We’re friendlier than we look.
Our debut album’s also on its way. Look out for it mid-2009. It’s a good one, I promise*.
We love each and every one of you.
FDW.
* = not an actual promise
