The stories of Mayo (bass) and Noah (drums) are intertwined so much that it would be impossible to tell them seperate, so I will not, Their pasts are very strange and can only be touched on, for great mystery shrouds them both.

Mayo, the son of an Irish mob boss recently imigrated to the US, was seperated from his mother and twin sister, born 2 months early, at the age of 1 after a car bomb went off, killing his father and leaving him trapped in the mangled car, only to escape in the junk yard right before being crushed and made into a recycled can. He adapted quickly to life in the junkyard, hunting rats for food and amusing himself with what ever came his way and his imaginary friends (somtimes you can still hear him talking to them). One day he came apon a five string bass, thrown away in it's prime, he named it Wanda, it became his best friend and has never left his side since.

Now Noah was raised in the middle of the Canadian wilderness by his two lumber jack parents. He was raised on pancakes and maple syrup until he reached the age of ten, but one would say he looked 15 because of his harty appitite and constant tree chopping. At the age of ten his parents logging camp came under attack by filthy, tree hugging, sandle wearing hippies, and being the devoted lumber jacks that they were they fought to the death with the hippies killing every last one of them but becomeing mortally wounded in the process. Noah, having nothing left to love in the mining camp, moved farther into the wilderness, to live alone, away from the evils of the hippie empire. It was said he made his first drum kit out of logs and beaver skins, but this cannot be confirmed.

It came to be that Mayo became bored in the junkyard, allthough he loved it very much, and so he set out on a grand adventure. He decided to explore the wilderness of Canada, never having seen a tree in his life it all seemed very strange and wonderful to him. At first he did very well, wondering through the woods, playing his bass were ever he travelled. One day during a great snow storm, Mayo was seeking shelter in a cave when he was attacked by a drunken bear (it had wondered into an abandoned hippie strong hold and gone through the coolers). The bear, catching Mayo off gaurd, swung in a drunken rage and hit him in the jaw, he was knocked down against the stony cave floor, wich explains the loss of his teeth (just ask to see the holes!). Reacting on his reflexes and his junkyard instinked, he reached for Wanda and hit the bear with it, knocking it down. Fearing the bear would wake up, Mayo ran out into the storm, where he sucombed quickly to the freezing cold, and collapsed in the snow.

Noah, very used to the cold weather, was ridding his faithful Walrus through the woods that very same day. He stumbled apon the forgoten hippie stronghold and saw the bear tracks going away from it, and decided to follow them. the reached the cave and found the bear, dead from the blow of the heavy bass guitar. He spotted a blood trail and galloped on his walrus to find the wounded man that killed this bear. He then spotted the nearly frozen body of Mayo, clutching his bass as if for warmth. while checking the him for vitale signs, Noahs walrus suddenly fell to the ground, dead. It had been in the cold for too long. Noah knew that the man would not survive much longer with out shelter, so he took out his knife, cut the dead walrus open, and shoved Mayo into the corpse "It might smell bad, but it will keep you warm," he said, "and i thought they smelled bad, on the outside!"

After taking Mayo back to his cabin and nursing him back to health, the two became close friends, and jammed together every day, learning the ways of the groove force, mastering it and becoming one with everything around them. Eventually they left their haven in Canada, to share the groove they had developed with the rest of the world. They made their way south, towards music city, Nashville.

The story of J is a bizzare twisting maze of fact and fiction, reality and the super reality. It is said that he hails from far beyond our sun, and has come to inlighten us through the ways of the sreaming solo. Others say he has lived forever and is somewhat of a vampire, sleeping by day and staying up all night, blessed with eternal youth. No one knows for sure, but one thing every one can tell you, he plays a mean guitar, either  holding down a quirky groove or stepping out with a five minute solo that takes you through places in your mind you didn't know you had. He met Noah and Mayo in a corn field some were between Chicago and Kentucky one day, as he sat on a strange shaped rock playing his guitar. He was convinced to join the two on their travels and became a crutial element in the party. Although young and less experienced in the ways of the groove as the other two, he was a quick learner and created a more dynamic sound, that reached every corner of the ear and mind.

  Rumor has it that Gaddis being from a small town in the Southern Wails, this is completly false and uterly not true. Any one with a brain should realize that there is no way he could be raised in Wailes, look at that nose, does it look like it has been to Wailes? exactly. On the contrary, He was raised in the deserts of Saudia Arabia, by the legendary Desert Gorillas, 5 of which can only exist at a time, due to their mateing habits (they have extreamly bad backs you see, and when the male mounts the.... o, never mind.) He was captured by potchers, at the age of  7, and while they transported him to the coast of Africa to be shipped to a circus in Canada, the pouchers were attacked by canibals, all were killed except for the young boy. He was kept in a cage for months, being fed and fattened up so that he may be eaten at the yearly feast, he was also occasionaly poked with a sharp stick. Just before the month of the feast, a storm washed his cage into a near by river, in which it broke apart and he was set free. While drifting down the river, he was picked up by tourists. who happened to be a couple of well-to-do RV gypsies from America. He traveled the states with his new family until the year 2004, when they both died filling up the gas tank in Nashville, the RV exploded due to an excess of methane build up. Gaddis was the only survivor of the horrible explosion, protected by the reinforced walls of the bathroom stall he was in. After climbing out of the rubble, he found himself  helped by three men with intstuments, he joined the group on their quest for musical freedom, using his vast experiences to guide them on lyrical tap dances through the sound produced by the other three. Pants? was born.