Many moons ago, in a distant land consisting of incense, tie-dye t-shirts, cargo shorts, nostalgic dead heads, hula hoops and head shops that sell too many Bob Marley accessories, a handful of aspiring, young, physically perfect specimens were spawned. As old dusty speakers and soda stained car stereos crackled with the sounds of past generations, these boys developed a hunger to make sounds of their own.
To satisfy this hunger, the first step in their journey would start with a warped guitar handed down by an elder, or an assortment of pots, cookie tins, and wooden spoons to pass for a drum set. As time passed, and with many hours spent practicing in locked rooms or basements carefully decorated with only the best Wal-Mart posters and poorly mounted black lights, the noise they made began to sound like that of ancient Greek sirens (but without the horny sailors they lured in). The more time spent together pumping out twenty minute jams, which were always followed by the loudest of high fives and the utterance, “Dude! That was totally epic!” the more they molded into a unified music machine.
But what they wanted was more; they wanted to make sounds that a mere human cannot achieve, levels of greatness only a man-beast hybrid could reach! So it was in that small farm town, that they rose up on two hooves with horns pointing to the heavens above. The Camelback fucking Minotaurs!
This is a tale left unfinished. The subsequent events have yet to occur. So with this, we, the Camelback Minotaurs, invite everyone to join us and become a part of an epic musical quest