Originally a four piece, TTH have decided to move forward as a trio -- jogging in the path of the masters before us (Triumph, Rush, ZZ Top, Cream), they do satisfy.

Rich (Bass Thumper 4400.00) is now the low end, recruiting a black-as-night Fender Jazz bass to do his bidding. He wears a cut off at the sleeves t shirt but this doesn't bode well with the clergy. Rich has recently been asked to remove his yamulka, letting wine of the Gods stain flesh.

Gavin (Shredmaster 666) will continue the responsibility of voice, writing prose and strumming guitar (learning and mastering all parts from Van Halen I-II, Diver Down and some of 1984, Zappa's Apostrophe, Destruction's Sentence of Death LP, Zoot Allures and Shiek Yerbouti was no easy task). His siren like voice can be heard through walls and have been known to command people to do things they might not want to do.

Dan continues the drums, drinks coffee from Dunkin Doughnuts, yielding viscus swamp residues long after sessions with women. He is fighting gentrification but sees a seer that has longer hair than anyone he ever knew, long enough for his soul patch to attract North Side Eskimo ring bearing sluts.

Ditching the Van Halen/Zappa scene was a hard wrought experience and left us here, dressed in black, white, green and sometimes gold.