Lead Vocals, director of indoctrination and purveyor of smooches

The shimmy shaker, the prop maker, haunted commandant, makes the mannequins and throws the tantrums, writes the songs

Barback and firefighter, lyricist and "seasoning" guy, responsible for majority of the sweat and manic episodes

Lead guitar, vocals, biggest booty and biggest heart, heart & soul of the company actually (only reliable member, brigadier general of schmucks) mostly writes the songs

Drives the piece of shit truck that's older than he is, repairs the truck, professional caretaker of dying mother and grandfather, American action hero and caked up Goon

Lead bass, vocals, rhythm guitar, broken booler Loverboy and actual emo OG, incredible cheek bones, certified swagged out whiteboy goated with the sauce who is actually hispanic but you'd never believe it (you never did believe in us, and look at you now)

Knows about cameras and craigslist, writes the songs

Lead swag, likes it raw, rhythm guitar and experimental pyrotechnics, cannabis distribution and earthy presence that grounds the WWE inclined mental illness of the booty boys

Works hard, plays hard, lays on an antique couch smoking opium with your dream girl, works at a thrift store and hates how you don't hang the shit back up after you try it on

Also known as J Dawg da Murda City Killer, plays the drums, plays in basically every band in Camarillo/Ventura, incredible and viscous wrath that you really gotta see expressed through two thin wooden stick appendages (and I used to work clean up at a pirate themed brothel for seafaring amputee SWr's, Kokomo 98')

Has a real soft spoken and delicate charm that requires tenderness, nurturing and loud, obnoxious flirtation from their bandmates