Tom Beals has always had a thing for colors and for imaginary friends. When he started writing music he didn't know any other musicians and so he created his own bands by naming his drum machines and introducing them to one another. He had a tendency for spray painting his equipment based on function - red for percussion, orange for synthesizer sounds, etc. Armand Ignelzi is an architect with a musicians training, and vice versa - self taught, in fact - in a mobile home perched in the Catskill mountains. Armand made ends meet by selling pork belly tacos at swap meets. He lost a bet with a neighbor (but that's a story for another time) and found his way to Florida. Armand and Tom met on a stone patio in Lake Worth, FL (it was actually Armand's front porch), introduced by one Cecil Lunsford, who was mumbling at the time, because he had two cigarettes in his mouth (simultaneously). They swapped campfire prison songs, sang Gregorian harmony, and booked shows in Turnpike rest stops. Time passed. Robert Chaney came onto the scene via a certain Craigslist transaction (but that's also a story for another time) and soon found himself banging drums at top volume in Armand's cramped garage. This was ironic, because whack-a-mole was one of his childhood talents (he once got enough tickets for the big stuffed gorilla). The #6 abide. Playing on a stage near you.