Earthbound, we once were: James hunkered in the red soil of Alabama, Jerome fused to Hawaii's lava reefs, Garrett half-buried in California sand, and Scott frozen in the lakes of Minnesota. One by one, we uprooted to Portland Oregon, converging under the dripping trees. Jerome and James had tasted the airy heights once before, and wanted to get back up there. With decades of thundering drums and searing sheets of guitar between them, they assembled the basic outlines in subterranean laboratories and leaky worksheds. Soon Garrett brought his bass over, and gave this beast a formidable set of engines. And it was Scott who gave us wings with a voice that soars through footless halls of sound. Fueled by vintage riffs of fuzzy reverb, bass-heavy minor keys, unexpected turns of tempo and lyrical melody, B Fiftythousand glides low and heavy on a cushion of classic 70's arena-rock and 90's post-punk, on a collision course set for undiscovered atmospheres and juicy asteroids of sound way up there above the clouds.