About the Artist
Wyrmwood, hailing from Victoria, B.C., was formed in early years of the new millennium, when Ian, Todd, Jared, and Justin jammed for the first time. Not knowing much more other than the sticks were for the drums, the bass was probably the one with the four strings and that guys in band still crush mad pussy, the four set off on a journey to musical parts unknown. One night, while wondering around the spectral shores of Sooke under the last waning rays of a gibbous moon, our pack of merry travellers happened upon a sword lodged in the stump of a long dead tree; its hilt and blade bathed in a sickly infernal glow. Working together, they pulled the sword from its putrescent post and raised the sword to the heavens. The clouds parted, crows took the sky and shrieked, and not too far away, a deer sneezed. Our heroes knew at that moment that their musical destiny involved infectious riffs, bard-like melodies and occasionally a slow acoustic part just for the ladies.
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