M(eye) 3rd Cent

M(eye) 3rd Cent

What is the tipping point between riot and revolution? When does inebriation become illumination? M(eye) 3rd Cent doesn’t know, but they’re trying to get there. Where mayhem marries meaning, there you’ll find them, rooting around in the debris of America.

Jonny Bang is feral. Don’t be misled by the fancy hats or eloquent words. He’s a meat-eater – a melodious and maladjusted cave dweller playing at being civilized among the rule-makers and keepers of the gold. Raised by bass-slapping savages in the flatlands off Interstate 25, Jonny can now walk upright, utilize fire, and harness the power of rock.

St. Francis Farmer likes to smash things. He is neither a saint nor a farmer. In fact, he may be completely insane... or a percussive savant, pending test results. In an effort to reign in his maniacal, bone-rattling energy, top scientists placed him behind a kit of skins and sticks. Thunder was born.

In a pool of stale beer and wasted tequila on a barroom floor in Juarez, something percolated. As the fluids congealed, life bubbled up. A booze-born proto-human, The Hawk, rose up from the muck. Little is know past his scientifically improbable origins.

Finding that they all had something to say, these three were forged together in a pueblo kiln in the wastelands of New Mexico. They plumbed the depths of bands like the Vandals, Faith No More, Sublime, and Tool, to build a new reality. One track spits out a surf rock riff, the next roars with a death metal howl, only to chase it with a Southwestern mariachi tune. All of it rock. All of it with a reason.

None of this is true, however it has been compiled from various government watch lists, bathroom stalls, and religious pamphlets. Come join the beer soaked epiphany.