Founder of the band, Jack started the group in Atlanta, Georgia. After relocating to Portland, Oregon he hooked up with the boys and it was on. Jack has a way about him that turns the creepy up to 11. His incites into the world of mayhem and murder will keep you up at night.

June hails from the great state of Wisconsin. She loves the woods, everything to do with being bad and does whatever she wants when she wants. June has a way about her that even scares the band sometimes. We asked her why she moved out to the west coast and she said " How fucking stupid are you all?"

No one is really sure about his history, other than what Carlos calls "a checkered past". He shows no mercy when it comes to his guitar and the ability to tear it up. Always looking for exciting new things to do and new ways to do them, he is a master of disaster.

Born in Ocala, Florida, Anthony was raised by his dad. They moved to the West Coast in 1998 after what his father told him was a "hammer accident". He brings a flavor to the group, beating his guitar like a stepchild, chain sawing through the songs with his sonic submissions we call "The Hammer Lock of Chaos".

Son of Randall Woodfield and Beth Wilmot, Sean was raised in a small community just off Interstate 5. His mom meet his father while working at a convince store in Oregon. Sean loves traveling up and down the I-5. He says it makes him feel closer to dad. He loves to bite the bottom end and rip massive chunks out.

Spent his youth doing what most kids do, getting into trouble. He learned to beat the drums at a very young age and beats them to death every show he plays. We call it “murdering the kit”. Scottie joined the Trio when our last drummer had to leave town after an incident with a teenage couple and something called rumspringa.