In the beginning there was an old man at a crossroads. A full moon, a contract, the heart of a lamb buried in the grey dirt of central Massachusetts. This is the stuff of legends, the selling of a soul in exchange for enormous talent, for a moment in the spotlight, only to be cut down before one's time. In the beginning there was Old Man Hansen, alternately a solo acoustic act. For years he toiled, tirelessly recording, writing, and playing shows. He gained a vision and a focus during this time which would help him in the gathering storm. This vision eventually made him realize that he needed more power, more drive than his beat-up acoustic guitar could supply. He found this power in the form of a skinny kid with bad teeth. No one was really sure what the kid's real last name was, but he called himself alternately Danny Carbona, and Dan the Boy. Born to American parents in Germany blocks away from where the Sex Pistols were playing in Berlin at the time that shaped his musical career and tastes forever. Pete Black, formerly of Cast Iron Hike and Villain solidified the band’s founding with his thundering bass. Next came along their drum man named Rich Scales. Richie had been honing his chops for a good while and was a finely tuned machine, the perfect mean metronome that they were looking for. Lastly they found Ed Paquette, AKA Eddie Fingers, of Carry the Zero, who provided just the right touch dirty sweetness to light to the boys' thunderstorm. And a legend was born. .