Frank Zappa, King Crimson, Melvins, Meshuggah, da' Beatles, Clutch, Primus, Police, Subhumans UK, Dead Kennedys, Reverend Horton Heat, The Floyd, Jesus Lizard, Stanley Kubrick, David Lynch, Friedrich Nietzsche, Frank Lloyd Wright, Van Gogh, Edward Hopper, Dennis Hopper, lil green Hopper, Mike Patton, Luis Bunuel, Roman Polanski, Blue Velvet, Phil Collins, Genesis, Aguirre Wrath Of God, All Hot Chicks--Even The Bitchy Ones, Apocalypse Now, Amsterdam and it's pretty red lights, S&M, bondage, some other sick shit MySpace needn't worry about, and of course, Paris Hilton! We LUV YOU ALL!!! XOXOXOOOXOXOXO-T.M.S.
"WE'LL FIGHT ANYONE! As long as they're smaller than us and preferably in wheel chairs!" exclaimed co-founding member Dick Springer in late 2002, right before he was beaten to death by his 69 year old wife, who was, incidentally, in a wheel chair (though larger than him, in his defense). After Dick died, Doctor Eagle (code name:Mark) and Nikko (codename: Dominick) arose from the ashes and enlisted the notorious schizo-nomad, Aaron Ryan, to help destroy the music world. It worked. After the first show they played, all music in the world stopped existing, and people no longer wanted to listen to music ever again. This was fine, but Aaron got bored and left, and 'ol Doc and Nikko were again wondering what the hell to do.
-------Nikko: What are we gonna dooooo?--------
Dr. Eagle: I don't know.---------
Back to the drawing board.
Nikko called on his old friends VC (codename: Kurt) and Shifty (codename:Drew) to revive this old, defunct art form called music, which had gone the way of the dynosores, and try to break some new ground (after all VC and Shifty were both in construction, hence the cliche finds some "new ground"). After some test fires into space, and a few obligatory casualties, Tough Man Syndrome has sculpted itself into a machine of beauty and redneck grace. Their sound is loud, heavy, and energetic. Nikko says it's a hybrid of Sludge, punk, rockabilly, prog metal, thrash, and of course, the mother of all white-boy misery...good 'ol mothafuckin' country music.
The future looks bright for these four Boyo's from California, who plan to do all it takes to get their message of decadence and hedonism out there for other sick fucks to hear. Only in Nor-Cal could such a musical anomaly have been secreted from an otherwise barren womb. No beaches here folks! No pretty little coastlines. We in the valley now...just heat, humidity, and thousands of assholes and assholettes driving their SUV's around, pissing out their parents cash with the burn that Nikko knows so well. These parasites are called college students, and T.M.S. is surrounded by them: the warped nature of their sounds and words becomes logical. (We rock more than we talk, so you can see we really fuckin rock!)
Your music is so cool, I lost my erection while jerking off to gay porn last night. So I put on Clay Aiken, and I was back in business. I will now only listen to your music when I'm raking pine needles or doing my sister in the butt!!
