From Stocked Records...
"Crawling to the surface through a sea of tangled string and menstrual waste, the three sisters of Savage Island swam to the nearest sewer drain. Glistening from the trek through fatburgs and thin, they crawled out of a local bar abolition onto a stage near you. The Homunculi of waste divided into 3 forms; driven by bass, drums and melodies as sweet as saccharine."