Born in a forgotten northern wasteland of Quebec, where winter buries everything for months and the sun feels like a myth.
We were mechanics—hands in steel, lungs full of mine dust, working in the dark while the world slept around us.
That’s where the noise started.
That’s where the need was forged.
Music wasn’t a dream. It was survival.
So we left everything behind—family, friends, jobs—and drove straight into the pulse of Toronto.
Not to chase something.
To become it!
Cold blood. Loud hearts.
We play like men who fought the dark—and won.
