October 2003 : <br><br> Moshpit, having been interned for severe mental dysfunctionality in Turrdsukr Hospital since early 1952, decide to escape after the doctors deem it necessary to deny the group its one true love: apple pie. To make matters worse: Disney Channel-viewing privileges were also postponed without notice. Moshpit's sensational contortionist capabilities aided them greatly in their daring escape through the ladies' bathroom which continued, for quite a long time, into the neighboring sewers. <br><br> <br><br> January / April 2004 : <br><br> After their magnificent escape, they wandered aimlessly in several Eastern European countries, such as Tahiti and Bolivia. <br><br> <br><br> May 2004 : <br><br> They finally settled down on the Northwestern shores of the Cayman Islands, after having fallen in love with the seashells they found in a local gift shop. <br><br> <br><br> January 2005 : <br><br> This was the start of their heavily experimental tribal' period. This essentially came down to them slapping each others asses, a lot, and breaking coconuts over their heads. They promptly recorded their next demo with Vendredi, a local sound engineer. <br><br> <br><br> March 2005 : <br><br> Extremely satisfied with the results of the sessions, they squeezed the recordings into a bottle of diet 7Up, which was thrown to the North Sea. 5 minutes later, the bottle was picked up by a crack head in Brooklyn, who mistook the floating unidentified object for a Columbian treat. Needless to say the coke fiend died of a sudden heart attack. The end of this story has not yet been put into writing, but you are free to write it yourself for only $75 (or 400 for those in Asia). Just send us money at :info@moshpit-band.net <br><br>