When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Rock and of Rock's Gods entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. Previous endeavors failed, three men set out, with the intent of forming, a great new band. A band that wasn't hampered by genra, style or totalitarian tactics, but included a vast body of experience and technical skill. Simon, treading the waters of impressive technique, shredding through years of oppression, breaking free of metal's bonds. Ted, shattering the shackles of punk rock, escaping metal's icy grip. Eli, flying from the gilded cage of Jazz and classic rock. Three men, dedicated to a new Ideal, a new kind of Band, formed on the principle, 'Aw, fuck it. We'll play what we want.' And we do. So too should you listen to what you want -