In 2002, two hobos left Norway for the golden streets of Europe, but they only found trash. Busking for beer cans and canned beans, living in dumpsters and car wrecks, songs started popping up like cockroaches. After seven months failing to find a singer, a fistfight nearly killed the band before it was even formed. However, much like vermin these blokes wouldnt betray their pestilent nature and years later, (now a five-piece) once again found themselves plotting against the mundane. Candy Whorehole had to pick up the microphone himself. Read more on Last.fm