Brendan and Brett met unsuspectingly at gig in Boston. They were in different bands and all puffy with band-centric ego, barely noticed one and other. Then Brendan made the big move to NYC. Having left the Boston minstrels behind, he struck out in search of a gnarly bass player. Instead – he found Brett.

At first, Brett found Brendan pretentious, vulgar and slightly loud.

“This guy sounds like his amp blew a tube and a boulder fell on his crotch” thought Brett.

“Dude, you just said that out loud… into a mic… at our first gig.” said Brendan.

“Oh… huh.”

Brendan thought Brett’s hair was too short and was irritated by his work clothes at rehearsal (Seriously, who wears dress slacks while rocking a monster jam?)

“Yo Dave – this is Brendan calling… yeah the new bass player sucks huge! His tone is so muddy his bass lines sound like a series off whale farts.” Brendan said into his cell phone.

“Brendan – it’s me, Brett. You just called me.”

“B-Brett… wow. Didn’t think I had you on speed dail, yet.” Click.

The two put their differences aside when they realized they were totally the next big thing. Totally. But there was a lot of convincing to be done on the long slog to the top. So vote for us. Please?