I used to try to musically vent the anxiety and frustration that would build, and still builds in daily life. The material five years ago was a combination of hardcore and progressive avant-garde; somewhere between the Ramones and Henry Cow. I found it very frustrating because I could never really communicate the feelings, the anger. Often times the results would be reflected in broken equipment, bloody hands, and a lot of inner band strife — the songs were constantly being ripped apart and restructured. It was a shame the material was misunderstood, we would play Long Island Bars and city dumbs like CBGB’s and people would completely ignore our presence — meanwhile we would be pouring our hearts into the music, thinking that somehow it mattered. After a while the band became a constant state of struggle, and some members wanted to develop a more commercially viable sound and others like myself just lost the desire to continue.
