What started out as the most brutal slap fight in the history of Las Vegas wound up being a collaboration that, for many local musicians, was the only topic worth discussing after the drugs had peaked and it was too late to get any more alcohol.

After a random meeting at a jam session hosted by a couple of music superstars whose names it would be considered gauche to drop, Owen and Tyler discovered a mutual love for hiding out in acoustically treated spaces, hunching over keyboards, and screaming obscenities at each other.

This naturally led to the pair producing a slew of albums for local artists and their ensuing constabulary which led to the consumption of unhealthy levels of Indian curry and heated discussions about accurate hi-pass filtering. All of which contributed to an underground notoriety that produced $10-15 a week in side income and an overbearing ennui about why one does what one does because one is who one is. Or is not.

Sounds Like: Billie Eilish, Steely Dan