Once upon a time, in the world of Slagg, there arose from the great black pit a group of five men.
Greater than the rest. They stood above the pit and proclaimed themselves to be Slagg Wagner...
rock and roll band extraordinare.

First, there was Bill, the man of the beat. He was so consistant that the other four rejoiced.
No more missed cues. Only beautiful beats.

Then, there was Joe, the man of the hair. He grabbed the guitar. He played the keys.
Notes filled the air. And it was good!

Next, there was Dave of the driving wit. Armed both electronically and acoutically, he strode forth
to forever banish bad guitar players. They fell before him in awe.

Yet another guitarist was evident, but Phil liked the tones that rattled the windows and shook the floor.
He helped keep the beat and the people danced. He wore the glasses and looked cool as he played
the blackest bass from Slagg.

Lastly was Rob. The man who spoke. The man who sang fair of voice and fair of face.
He also knew the beat of the Slagg and helped fill the empty rooms with noise...that became music.
It was good! It was cool!

It was rock and roll from the land of...