v.caldera

A seed was planted. From that seed a gnarled, ancient tree grew, and from the branches of that tree grew a single piece of radioactive fruit. 4 unsuspecting travelers passed one day and ate the fruit. Electricity surged through their bodies as the gift of knowledge of rock was bestowed upon them by the gods of music. They fashioned instruments from the trunk of the tree with their bare hands, melting rock into metal and grass into strings by sheer will alone. Jared cradled his bass, steeled himself and struck a note so low that the world shook. And a massive volcano exploded with nuclear force, melting an entire continent. As molten rock poured from the earth, Andrew stepped through the fire, seducing his guitar to sing so beautifully that the sky cried, and torrents of rain poured down from the heavens. Hurricane force winds tore away the landscape as Warren jammed his fingers deep into his keys. He sang and the animals cringed in fear and awe at the command of his voice. And the organ vox screamed like a thousand tornadoes at war with one another as Wes ascended from the sea, riding a wave as if it were a hundred stallions pressing into battle. His arms flying over the drums, the very planets quivered at the thunder of toms, earthquake of bass, sonic boom of snare and clash of cymbals. From that day forth, V.Caldera brought the wrath of their rock against the universe... and thou shalt never be the same again.