Six feet of sharp tongue, louder opinions, and high-pitched chaos. Writes lyrics like open wounds and sings like he's starting a fire. Equal parts frontman and problem. Will steal your fries and gaslight you about it.

Five feet of feral glitter and bad ideas. Plays like he's summoning something unholy, vanishes like a cryptid when questioned. Probably stole your lighter. Definitely doesn't believe in gravity.

Stormy eyes, steady hands, and zero patience for bullshit. Lays down the low end and rips your soul out with backup screams. The backbone of the band and the last one standing when everything goes to hell. The guys call him "Daddy." They're half joking.

Quiet until the sticks come out. Hits like a demon, crashes like a wave. 90% hair. Keeps the band on beat and out of jail (mostly). Curls up on the floor after shows like a feral cat. Do not mention the raccoon.