Drums: The Machine
Drums: The Machine
There are four components to this abrasive tardcore mayhem. Let’s meet them, shall we?:
The Machine is often mistaken for a human when viewed in person, but when one hears his drumming skills, they realize that this being cannot be human. He is too fast, too crazy, and too damn good. Fortunately this machine does not need gas or oil to function, it’s fuel is beer, and it is such a fine-tuned machine, that it requires a great abundance of fuel to power it through.
Guitar: Private Dré
Private Dré has been described by some as Chuck Berry without fingers. His guitar style is unconventional, but you’ll dig it. This Serbo-German wizard plans to take over the world one day as a fascist dictator. If you are on his side, it’ll be a good life, so start listening to BBDSD and tell him you like it.
Guitar: Broodley
When Broodley was released from the mental institution, he imposed himself onto these people, and they begrudgingly allowed him to hang out with them. Broodley’s guitar style exemplifies the tardcore method because it really is not right, but neither is Broodley’s head. A special note to any potential groupies: before you get to nail anyone else in the band, you MUST get through Broodley. Beware!
Bass: ASB327
ASB327 actually has no name, but for identification purposes he has adopted the aforementioned tag. His bass playing skills cannot be described in proper human terms, since ASB237 is not from this planet. Where he is from is uncertain, but his foreigness is evident in the way he plays. To hear is to believe, but you will never understand.