four scores and thirty years ago we wern't around so who gives a shit.4 years ago we fell into a vat of molten lava and thus melted the concentrated anti-talents of what we now call ReJecTeD.To introduce ourselves as sepperate people would be a misdameanor as we are not really people: Russ Tok plays drums,rides the bus and licks the windows for beter hall way vision. bEn harrass who has the inability to spell or speak in long sentences spits down the mic at prospective customers. Milo plays a fat stringed guitar called sophia who in turn for sexual favours sings her own version of danny boy for the allurment of bEN's custom. ANdy Tumor wails on a log fashioned by the hand of a dwarf found as an unrespected extra in the small cult film Willow. b0y has also fashion out of an old broom handle,sticky-back plastic,an ice cream tub and some elastic bands a 'futuristic box of music' (Arthur Pendragon-King) To wrap it all up, we are fucking rejects.