The Stone Ruffians

In a music world that has forgotten what the word fun means, Women Who Exaggerate were a swift kick to the genitals of popular music. The musicianship of the band almost outweighs the destructive force of their sheer Rock n Roll bombast accentuated only by the fact that to even listen to the bands live performance is to sacrifice ones very own ears to the scions of Rock, hereafter referred to as one of three names. The men of Women were brought together by divine providence. Cj Scerpella and his childhood friend Elliot Killian shared grade school aspirations of Rock n Roll greatness, but it was not until high school that they were accorded the opportunity to exhibit their inevitable greatness. Cj Scerpella, the man, can only be alluded to in myth and legend. In theory he is the archetypal everyman, but in practice he is the epitome of Destruction. His bass lines have been known to crumble buildings, move tectonic plates, and even abort the would be children of tomorrow. Yet for all his destructive integrity he remains unchanged by the adversity around him. He demonstrates extraordinary self-control when wielding his weapon of choice, for in the improper hands it could, for all intents and purposes, take your life. Elliot Killian shares Cj's fate in that he too requires an incomprehensible amount of Willpower to merely keep his audience from colliding head-on with the magnitude of his lightning fast guitar licks resulting in an alleged homicide. Elliot takes the tried and true licks of yesteryear and systematically dispenses of them in a way that makes children weep and flowers bloom. It is common held fact that Elliot Killian's guitar work is the reason for the extinction of the dinosaurs. The music one hears and perceives to be occurring at the present time actually tears through space time and not only murders the previously dominant species, but shit-talks them while they lie dying. With these two it looked like there was more than enough to pillage and purge the land of the undesired music that plagues the air. Elliot and The Cj were to begin their Rock n Roll conquest thusly, but there was one matter they had to attend first. Jamey Scerpella is a man whose pure genius cannot be accepted without first submitting yourself to insanity. The aforementioned duo searched out the one called Disaster Rehash only to find Mr. Scerpella. Who are you? I AM Disaster Rehash. As if the waves of time were simultaneously crashing down on the duos collective skull, they knew they had found their singer. With a discerning demeanor, Disaster has an all knowing look about him, as if the world around him bores him to the degree that only overt stupidity belies. An axe in this mans hand confounds and perplexes all those brave enough to stand up to it as his voice is only audible to those of the canine persuasion. No death bringing displays of power here, only the arrogantly eccentric tossings and turnings of a mind unable to wake up to reality. If there is one thing that this man proves it is that those who have a problem with him are clearly ill at ease with their own sexuality or what they perceive it to be. The three knew that the path they walked was one of greatness and an eager The Bass MoFo and Elliot wished to begin their journey, but at the behest of their literally insane frontman, there was one more trip to be made. Disaster led the trio to a cave to the east. A foreboding presence accompanied the sounds of roaring thunder and clashing iron. They finally came upon the one known as Mike Lang. He was fashioning a sword when they found him. A swordsmith of incomparable detail, Mike pounded the iron with his hammers of justice and shaped the metal as if it were the soul of a lesser mortal. When he noticed the three who had stumbled across him he rose to his feet. Elliot and Cj were vexed as to what was occurring right before their eyes as Disaster and Mike merely stared at each other. This fierce battle of minds raged on for days. Storms brewed over head, armies rose to power and fell to rubble, history itself contorted and writhed in pain as it tried to provide an outcome from which this intense supernatural encounter could turn out. After 100 years the grand children of Elliot and Cj came to the location. They were inextricably drawn to the area as their grandfathers had submitted their souls to Rock n Roll in order to reincarnate when the battle was finished. The pictured remained the same as it did all those 100 years passed. And finally, the two warriors clinched each others hand in the manliest handshake youve ever seen and thus the band was formed