Meet the Fringe Legends
Landwolf
– Lead Guitar & Sonic Destruction
I’m Landwolf, and my guitar isn’t just an
instrument—it’s a weapon. Every riff I rip
apart is like a slash to the fabric of
reality.
Feedback so raw it’ll make your teeth grind.
Reverb so thick, it’ll drown out your
thoughts. I don’t play solos; I lead assaults.
My gear? It’s customized for destruction,
tuned to chaos, and built to leave scars on
the ears of anyone brave enough to listen.
Catch me in the distortion.
Brett
– Bass & Deep Frequencies
Basslines that make your bones rattle. I’m
Brett, and I’m the foundation of this sonic
apocalypse.
My bass is the heartbeat of the band—low,
dirty, and relentless. I live for the groove
that drags you into the underworld. You can
feel my lines in your chest, each note a punch
to the gut. I play the kind of rhythm that
sneaks up on you, hits you hard, and leaves
you begging for more.
Ever heard a bassline so heavy it feels like
the earth’s opening up? Yeah, that’s me.
Pepe
– Vocals & Aggression
I’m Pepe, and I’m here to shred my throat on
every track. This ain’t no clean
singing—you’ll hear the raw, gritty truth in
every growl. My voice is the soundtrack of a
generation that refuses to follow the norm.
I spit rage, passion, and the kind of lyrics
that make you want to scream along until your
lungs give out.
I don’t front the band—I lead a riot. You
think you know Pepe? Nah, not like this. My
voice will haunt you.
Andy
– Rhythm Guitar & Carnage
I’m Andy, and I keep the rhythm solid like
concrete but jagged like broken glass.
My guitar is the engine that powers this
beast. Every chord I slam out is a punch in
the face to anyone still clinging to normalcy.
I’ve got the down-tuned grind that keeps the
pit moving, and my riffs cut through the noise
like a chainsaw through metal.
The faster we go, the harder I play. Keep up
or get left behind.
Bird Dog
– Drums & Chaos
I’m Bird Dog. I don’t keep time; I break it.
Every beat is a hammer on your skull, a
reminder that rhythm can be a weapon. I hit
harder than reality, and my drumming is
relentless. It’s not about precision—it’s
about raw power.
My double kicks sound like the apocalypse is
banging at your door, and the toms?
Thunderclaps straight from hell. I
don’t care if the kit gets trashed—it’s all
about leaving a mark, not playing it safe.
The louder, the better.
JOIN THE NOISE
You can feel the weight of the music—heavy, addictive, and impossible to ignore. Step up, grab your ticket, and join the madness.
