The moot soopers began as an idea. This idea incubated in the mind of one individual so out of touch with humanity that he could not and would not be tainted by the impurities of society's music. When the seal was broken, the music in his head was rationalized by brain-washing crap-rock. The venue for his radical views had rules, rules that could be bent, but had to be followed. This led to a union of instrumentalists all with unique personal views, but with one thing in common: a willingness to fight to the death for their views and for their music. Our hero recorded an assortment of musical ideas, a group of conversations and noises, recordings that would not be called music by the casual listener. These eventually took tangible form. He spoke at length with his headstrong musical companions and eventually the band's form began to take shape. The bass player born with a near infallible ear. The vocalist, seasoned by playing with a great number of local bands. The naive young guitar player, never exposed to the world of music beyond recordings of the decaying golden age. One thing was certain: these players, regardless of talent, knew how they felt about what they were doing, and were willing to try anything. Often conflicted, the band's start was rough. Arguments would frequently break out amongst the four. Their personal views were such an integral part of their noise that they struggled to agree on any one idea. This lead to their music being constantly evolving, a delinquint unwilling to fall into any one hole. They spent painstaking hours fleshing out ideas, giving structure to that which had none.