Bio

Some years ago one super-fast snail, a fierce racoon and a frantic bee didn't want to accept hopelessness in face of environmental degradation and forest destruction. They made a plan: the attack of the mad axeman had to be answered. They didn't have much choices, but that didn't matter. All off their lives they had pummeled and beaten instruments like hell, shaking the trees in every forest between here and new zealand. Death to false grindcore, they scraped their shit together and went out to find an evil that would make the gang a pack. Underneath some dark wooden whiskey smelling old oak root they found a heavily loaded turtle, with just the right attitude. The pack was full, the axeman frightened. They chased him up and down the european continent, when all the sudden, just after they had launched their first great hit against his axe, the racoon went astray. But lumberjack wasn't long to rest. They could win the sciurrus vulgaris to fill in the position on the wooden six strings. The deal was settled and the work began. The chase went on, from europe to brazil, where lumberjack was reported to be striking super-hard. Until they received word that the axeman was sighted in a fairyland called Aotearoa. It couldn't been risked to give europe free, so it was decided: vulgaris had to go. The forest, they knew, was drained of passioned old school grindcore veterans. So they went far of for their cause. The great Bubo Bubo received them on his stone, and after a great feast he accepted, to leave his stone and join them, for he had friends who loved the trees. And it will not be long, when Sciurrus returns for summer break, to let all hell loose after the attack of the mad axeman. ANIMALGRIND IS FUTURE! DEATH TO FALSE GRINDCORE!