Drowningman lead the pack of contenders; without crossing the line to chaos a la Discordance Axis or Man is the Bastard, they manage to incorporate mud thick, mathematical grindcore passages and the insecure desperation heard in older D.C. hardcore." -early Pitchfork review...... While a debatably accurate description, what was initially an exploration of genre-crossing had mixed results. Good and bad times were had. Friends and enemies were made. Apologies were infrequent at the time... so now would be a time to apologize for that last record or more importantly any musical abominations or haircuts that were inspired by some kids from VT messing around in an attic. Things got out of hand...    2000 at Cafe L'Inco in Montreal.