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Most bands wander through a fog of wasted youth before coming across the combination of obsession that really clicks. Mary only had to wait two years for a screaming baby Roy boy to crash into her path. The demonic hyperactive nicotine choir girl and the knife-throwing, drum destroying computer prodigy faced off for fourteen snarling years before the blue-eyed sibling rivals began to channel their deafening howls through their instruments. And then, they grew. Mary's smokey honey voice mastered the morph from husky whisper to piercing wail and her guitar style spidered into a distorted garage blues. Roy's thumping funk drumming took on shades of brushed jazz. But mostly they got louder. This brother sister duo are ready to take this noise outside the family. The neighbours are thrilled.