Growing up in the rough areas of Metcalfe and Manotick, Blossom Park and wherever the hell Igor lives, these boys needed to find something to occupy their time, keeping them off the streets and out of trouble. It was at this crucial moment in all of their lives that they needed to ask themselves, “Do I choose a life of productivity, helping senior citizens cross the road and focusing intensely on my studies, or do I take to drug abuse and alcoholism, leading senior citizens in front of fast moving vehicles and laughing all the way?” Somehow a comfortable medium was found for each member. Jon picked up the guitar and actually learned how to play. Dave Rowan picked up the remote and actually watched far too much television, but manages to fake the whole musician thing. Clayton picked up the bass and began to use it to lure fake thugs into his "hood" so he could beat them up for being fake thugs. Igor is our drummer and therefore, since he is in Brooklyn, he's cool. He too has had some experience with previous bands, proving that sticks can be used to beat things other than those damn crooked 5-O who seem to flourish in Ottawa and their suburban and rural surroundings. Which brings us to Dave Horan – the singer. While everyone else was busy with their biznass, he went and got smart. Stupid Dave, back up plans are for chumps. And that, my friends, combines to form the melodic, trucker rock, badger core, troll music, post hardcore, hardcore-esque sound that is Brooklyn.