an honest endeavor, no ulterior motives, no fantastic delusions, a genuine love for, a nagging sense of, a protracted consideration of, a monologue inside a dialogue, a fiction, a dream, a small outcry, a hypnotic outrage, an immediate urgency, a thrilling protracted anticipation, a series of explosions, a continuous unfolding, a trio.
in other words, any straight forward attempt to write a biography of how this band came about would most likely run on for too long, so suffice it to say that when a slightly spazzed out songwriter with a set of serious pipes gets a keyboard and manages to make friends with a bass player who can make your heart jump into your throat with the bombs he drops and a drummer who will sneak up all friendly and polite and then turn part of your brain inside out with a pair of drumsticks, some really cool sh*t goes down.
