In the midst of a sleazy, dark New York winter, A Happy Death formed to create a rock and roll death wish with the kind of vintage sound blast that will make ya mama go “OOH!” and ya sister will too! Your girlfriends hike that skirt, and ya boyfriends say “DAMN! I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it, I’m gonna buy a shirt!”
Loud guitars, fast cars, and bath salts that’ll eat your face make this wheel turn. Don’t dig? Get real. The debut 7” Vinyl Ep, Will rock that face… It was cum-busted into exxxistence in the basement of a Ghost House. A Ghost House? What the hell you say? It’s a dirty place. It should burn.
In search of the legendary blade-wielding, mega-slayer, DEATH VAN known as Jean-Claude, they moved across the country to Portland, Oregon. In this epic scaling of the video game “Oregon Trail”, the band lost their original drummer to a neglected rattle snake bite. It was somewhere in the South Dakota Badlands and it was bound to happen to one of them. Way too reckless. Instead of a funeral, they picked up the meanest bastard they could find on the road and found out the hard way he could make a priest give up faith. This band may not have all the answers, but they will tell you how it stopped making sense.