Three younguns, a beat, two whistles and a buzzsaw, born in the late months of 2005. Two cutthroat songwriters on either end of the ring and a mezmerizing electronic artist-cum-referee standing in the middle (sans checkered shirt).Perhaps weird, they dance on reverb and puzzle each other with their vein-bursting off-key singing and off kilter songs. few mutual tastes, though a shared ear for honesty. Likened to nothing, but sound like something. intentionally tinny, but not self-deprecating. without fail, enjoying things however they may be.
