Long, long ago, (not long ago-circa 2006) in the distant land of Madison, Wisconsin, three men of substance with a single vision took it upon themselves to forge some rock & roll on the heavy metal anvil. And being men, and having the needs of men (yet the distinct aftertaste of boy) they wanted it hard, mean, and frighteningly angular. Like, enough to make your adopted children weep when they retrospectively are forced to watch how you lost your ability to father young-uns.