The Catatonic Search and Seizures are a culmination of preceding ideas that came about through three friends. This band is our impersonation of a boy who lost his hearing at age 10, and at the ripe, deaf age of 37, has finally decided to try and hem a pair of pants. Those who embrace the band have also spoken and agreed that they have seen a cat bury butt-treasure in loose gravel, witnessed a tree bow to a chainsaw, and think that if "Simon Says" were developed for todays new pampered and distraught children, it would be called "Simon Asks You Nicely."
Such is the way of this band. A band that wants math problems to have suggestions instead of answers and believes that the stale stagnant world of sound deserved a few people to go on a quest to find a new one. The journey is much like a wild boar searching for truffles, or an undercover cop looking for trollops. Just as a sculptor has stone, and an artist a canvas, this band has silence.
