Tommy and Kenny started a band with a couple of their friends, after a falling out with the other un-named playa's Kenny called his friend and old roommate from a castle (no shit this place was dope!) Cristin they soon got to work on what would be a wicked fierce EP that not many people will ever know or hear about. Tommy, Kenny, and Cristin went through 4 bass players, 1 guitar player ( Kenny switched to bass briefly...big mistake ) and about 10 drummers (not an exaggeration) and one sort of record label. At this point these mother fuckers were TIRED of teaching people the same fucking songs over and over and over and over. Without being able to "move forward" we all just kind of said "fuck it". Oh, we did finally find a permanent Bass player but then his special lady friend got a job in Tucson 150 miles away so he moved out there. His name is Evan. So there you have it in a nutshell. The little band that couldn't. The good news is, we are all still friends and will most likely show up in other forms of other bands at some point. We love you all and we'll leave the site up for those of you who give a shit about any of this. But i'm sure you stopped reading at "does anyone even read this shit"..........Then we got back together, because after all who knows when to say when? We certainly don’t, but I have a feeling things will be a bit different this time…..Stay tuned this could either get really good, or uglier than a used pulsating glitter jelly buttplug during a gay pride parade. This roller coaster of life is crazier than a transvestite on amphetamines and roller skates. Werd! Your friend and humble narrator, Cristin
Areta - We scream...without words [EP] (2006)
01 - Without words
02 - Our way out
03 - Not breathing
04 - Show me
05 - The silence
06 - Last call