In an unforeseen fluke of a cruel and unnatural world, five lost souls met in a dark, dank alley in East-Central-Mid-North Carolina, South-West-of-Raleigh, presumably for a West Side Story-style imbroglio (or brouhaha) over their mutual and perhaps overlapping melodic "turf", but somehow ended up jamming together, using only the finest modern electrified instrumentation, in a structure that proved to be a long-since-abandoned (and most likely radioactive) Elk's lodge. The result? The soft embrace of 80's synthesizers, the warm caress of distorted guitars, the inhuman howl of a singer gone quite mad. This musical aberration can easily be known as adjective, or in this case as noun, but simply goes by the moniker: Flimsy.
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