Picture This: You are lost in the woods. It's dark but there's an early dawn settling in the air. You've projectile vomited at least 3 times and you can't find your friends. You tell yourself: "Remember where you came from," literally (because you are lost) and figuratively (because you need to keep it together). The wicked don't sleep and neither do the weak.

Thrills

Screamland

When you drink too much whisky and die a little.

Stale Nights

The Plague

The Real End

Born in Toronto, and raised in the woods by wolves.

Watts