Born out of the fires of pain and torment, three musicans came together to form a band so powerful that all the beers cans stacked around them would crumble to the ground. Vance playing the guitar and then re-tuning the guitar for it sounded like shit. Darrin screaming at the top of his lungs, and Dean hitting the drums and never showing up for practice this is Solstice.
After a little shifting around we now have a line u[ for the most part. Want to book us to play a party we'll do it. Want to pay us in beer, we might be able to work that out. Want to pay us in cash? We can talk.