In the frozen northern land that is Alaska dwelt two men. One slightly older and larger than the other (and with more facial hair). Now, these men loved very few things. Just three things actually: energy drinks, music, and zombies. Now, as we all know, the world isn't running out of energy drinks anytime soon. And zombies aren't real... or maybe they are? meh. Anyways, one day these guys were kicking back, watching a zombie movie, when they realized they were bored to death with the local music scene. Sure there was a fun show once or twice a year. But that just wasn't enough to keep them going. So they died. They were poor men, so their friends buried them out in the bog. More like tossed them into the bog really. Little did they know that the toxic sewage from the local music scene had polluted the bog. When the bodies of the men reached the sludge that had gathered at the bottom of the bog, their souls were so repulsed by what local music had become that they returned to their bodies, and consequently, from the dead to wreak havoc on the scene that slew them. And now, drenched in sludge, crusty from the blood of their countless victims, and harbingers of the feeling of doom that going to local shows once brought them, they play their music. And occasionally wreck kids at shows.