M. B. T.

A drunk bastard and a burnt fool started writing music a long time ago, out of the wreckage of one band, these two started out on a trek that would take them through alot of unreality. This trek was fueled by alot of booze, drugs of many herbal descents, and loss. Sick and tired of music being repetitive, boring and lacking no internal emotion or (soul). These two beaten souls pirated their way, with the 70lb. cannon armed, and a couple of acoustic guitars and a Djembe (purchased out of sorrow) wrote music that will turn your stomach, make you cry, definitely laugh, and that these two consume way too much alcohol, and of course have a certain fondness for cannibus. The path is that of art, the lost art of music, emotion and things that sometimes people don't even care about. Expression of feeling from the heart not from the producer or executive or record label or high school popularity or adult comtemporary popularity or fad that day or even the lifestyle portrayed. They write music for their minds and souls, the only audience the art really needs.