We were five greasy, long haired hoodlums - local speed metal cult leaders. All we were useful for was ruling the stage and conducting violent, ill advised mosh pits. We had ugly rotten attitudes which were conveyed through our chainsaw sounding Les Pauls', drums that replicated disturbing sounds of a loud, obnoxious hellicopter and death by sandblasting vocals, spitting out hellish lyrics. We were young, angry, poor, and didn't give a F! We were, are, and always will be... Ill Will!