You are using an outdated browser. Please upgrade your browser to improve your ReverbNation experience.
It was a dark summer night, with no clouds in sight. The mind of Zak White was racing. "How to create a sound never heard before by any ear." He fell to his knees, bowed his head, and began praying to the gods of rock. He put in the years of practice, countless tears shed, a blood stained pick guard showing all the blood drained from his tattered body. "What must i do?" he asks. "Please send me a sign." Zak had built a name for years only to have it torn right from his grasps. With no answer he pulled himself from the ground, gathered his Les Paul and continued down the road to nowhere. He then crossed a young soul. Tattered body as he was Zak stopped and asked what be of this creature. Thomas Loose was his name, a steel guitar player of Jefferson City, TN. Zak welcomed Thomas to accompany him on his journey. As the two lost souls grew together they became less of a tattered man, but a shell of a man. Zak then recruited the young soul of Makil Qualls, A drummer of the backwoods of Monroe,MI. Makil joined the two on their journey making them a man. But what is a man without a face, a name. Thus the three searched high, low, and inbetween for their face. As it seemed as was lost a light at the end of the tunnel. Anthony Labadie emerged from the shadows. Vocalist from Monroe,MI he fit right in. The boys now had a face, a soul, and thus FLUSH was reborn. Behind Zak's screaming rifts, Thomas' thunderous groves, Makil's tenacious drum beats, and Anthony's shimmering vocal's, The body known only as Flush thrived. Concurring everything in their path. Will they reach the top? Only time will tell if their wary bodies can handle the climb