We had a band that played terrible music. Then we got better. Then we got even better. Then the leader discovered Black Metal. Then Technical Death. Then he got amazing at audio production. Now we're somewhat legitimate. We give you more metal than your daily supply. We may be futurist, but we're debating it.
Bubs - Guitars, Bass, Vox, Drums, whatever he wants Shaul - Bass, guitars, critic Gamberson - Guitars, back-up Vox, fun guy
What if a group of people traveled space for five years, and they got hopelessly lost?