Ed Atwell and Nathan Sloniowski have wrapped their cucumbers in foil, tied on new guitar strings, brushed up their Stetsons and are headin' out into the indie musical yonder to perform a bunch of tunes they've been making up since meeting a year or so ago just outside Blakeney, Ont. in a box-car mere moments before it crashed into the icy rapids of the Mississippi. They escaped with their lives, a crushed pack of smokes, a piano, four guitars, five stubbies, a bass, some amps and after they caught supper and ate it, began writing music around the campfire that very night! No shitski! (read less)

Ed Atwell and Nathan Sloniowski have wrapped their cucumbers in foil, tied on new guitar strings, brushed up their Stetsons and are headin' out into the indie musical yonder to perform a bunch of tunes they've been making up since meeting a year or so ago just outside Blakeney, Ont. in a box-car mere moments before it crashed into the icy rapids of the Mississippi. They escaped with their lives, a crushed pack of smokes, a piano, four guitars, five stubbies, a bass, some amps and after they... (read more)