The Velvet Supersloths + El gros char à la Microbrasserie Hop Station

The whole project emerged from Johnny’s beard. As soon as it grew to a respectable length, heavy riffs and grooves started to overflow from it. Yanick noticed the phenomenon and plugged his heavy ass bass in the most fatty-smoky-smelly bass amp to help glue the whole thing together. Soon enough JF and Eric joined their axes to the fight bringing hotter than hell riffs with fat-butt grooves that make volcanos look like smooth bubblebaths beside-these riffs.

The devilish mixture was then only lacking high-pitched-growling-melodic spices, so the quartet summoned the spirits of the meanest, the most bad-ass metal warriors to have them forge a loud as fuck vocalist by melting the balls and chains from Hell. Dave knocked at the heavy door and was sucked in immediately.

They then threw that big ball of crazy noise in charred whiskey wooden casks to let them macerate for several months until the songs were aged & tasty enough to be played loud and dirty. The result can now be enjoyed with a full feast of pulled pork, crawfish and ribs, drizzled with their special ingredient, the Hot Sloth hot sauce!

The Velvet SuperSloths have since been unleashing their furious party live at every occasion.

El gros Char

Errant entre le pit de la mine de Val-des-sources et le lac Massawippi, El Gros Char ne s’enfarge pas dans les étiquettes de post-rock néo-blues, indie/garage rock pour meubler sa biographie…c’est du Rock n’ Roll. C’est ça pis c’est tout!