Copy/Paste: We are an underground.

Soft rock, hard rock, pop rock, metal, thrash, death, grind-core, nu-metal, black metal, melodic death metal... we've got it all in this over-populated under-rocked country of ours. And yet all we see on TV, hear on radio, see at the BIG concerts is bhangra, indi-pop, remixes and film music. "Could you give us this stuff in Hindi ... and may be add some Indian influences??" is something that any rock band who has made the futile trip to their local record label would have heard. Screw that shit ... we are as Indian as anyone else, and we don't need tablas and Hindi lyrics to prove that. We... the rock and metal fans in this country owe it to ourselves to put ourselves on the map. We are the underground.


So what? This is what we're about. Composing songs, practicing till our neighbours call the cops, skipping work to play shows, putting our hard earned money to buy gear and then putting out records so that people like you can rock your asses off. SPREAD THE FUCKIN WORD. Buy some more copies of this CD, burn yourself still more, make tape copies, rip this fuckin thing to your computer and pass it on. And no, not just to your rocker buddies. Give it to your insurance agent, your aunt in Sri Lanka, your pen-pal in Bangladesh, your adopted cow in Bihar ... or better still, that label executive from Boston, who's half brother of the Dutchman your cousin married last year in Dubai. OK.