So this one time, a while ago, this dude was in a band. And he didn't really listen to the kind of music that band played. So things were rough, y'know? Struggle, turmoil, bad huju. Y'know? So he bounced. Just like that.
Now, back then, he was working at a music store with these other dudes. And they became like really good friends and they played music together all the time. Two of the dudes were in other bands, but that one dude from the band before who was then on his own just kept doing his own thing.
So, like a year passed, and everybody's bands started struggling, like that one dude's band did before. And that one dude was still writing music like all the time. He started coming up with this weird crazy, sort-of new but sort-of not new sound to his songs.
And one day he asked one the dudes from the music store, this super nice, tall, skinny dude with crazy curly hair to come play in his band. Which is funny, cuz that main dude from before is kind of a big dude. Like with a beard and shit. So they start jamming.
Meanwhile, the big dude started playing with this younger guy with long hair. The younger guy plays some sick drums, and he could groove with the big dude. So, between the young guy, the big dude, and the skinny, curly-haired crazy dude, they started a project.
And this one day, the curly-haired dude said something about cops and getting busted and said something like "...may the devils hunt me down."
And so they got their name.
Now remember how I said the big dude worked with those other guys at the music store? Well, one of those guys, this shorter guy with sick tats, he could scream like a banshee. So they asked him to sing. And then, the big dude knew this other big dude because the original big dude used to play in a band with the new big dude's brother. And that new big dude plays a really mean bass. So they asked him to hold down the low end for 'em. Unfortunately, for the band, the new big dude had some obligations on the ho