Fetish (fet-ish) n 1. Something, such as a material object or a nonsexual body part, that arouses sexual desire and may become necessary for sexual gratification. 2. An object that is believed to have magical or spiritual powers, especially such an object associated with animistic or shamanistic religious practices. 3. The baddest mother f***ing rock and roll band to ever walk the planet. The time is now... The music world is as stagnant and soulless as it has ever been. The very best just quite simply aren't good enough. Bands who can't play dominate a scene for a crowd that expects nothing, and most often, gets exactly that. Songwriting has slumped to perhaps an all time low. No one cares about writing a song. They are merely concerned with getting "the sound". We've been let down by our heroes. We've been left behind by a fickle audience of sycophantic posers. No one was left to carry the torch, so we took it up. Rock and roll, REAL rock and roll, as it was meant to be played. Raw, powerful and unapologetic. Fetish exists to drive a stake through the hearts of the weak and spineless. Fetish exists to provide a unified front to the millions of music fans who remember rock and roll. Fetish exists because it has to. The past is prologue. Many years and many incarnations have conspired to bring together the true force of what makes Fetish the band that it is today. From the garage to the Grammy ballot in 2006, the band is moving beyond even it's own definitions and raising the standards to which it holds itself. Right here and right now Fetish is better than ever. Behind the drums lies a powerhouse of funk and metal named Tom Todd. Asses shake and bodies quake to the massive beats that issue from his sticks. The hardest of the hard hitters, Tom is the rock solid foundation that Fetish is built upon. Pure, unrelenting power and rhythm from the heart and from the groin. Chris Zook is the rumble of precision thunder that holds the bottom end. His bass playing has brought a dimension to the band that they didn't know was missing until he showed them what he had to offer. Chris takes Fetish beyond the typical drive that they were used to and into brand new territory that is ripe for exploration. It's big and scary, and they call it Boota. The gutter sludge guitar sound of Fetish spews profusely from his amps. Dripping with raunch and laden with grit, Boota turns the guitar into almost a percussion instrument, pounding the notes from his axe. Sometimes he smolders, sometimes he burns, but Boota always brings the fire. Not enough can be said about the voice of Fetish, Keith Griggs. Vocal power for days and a bristling ball of energy on stage, Keith never fails to deliver. Like it or not, if you are watching the show you are part of the show. Keith's amazing voice and his dominant stage presence will hold you rapt in a desire just to see what he will do next. Remember that band that made you love rock and roll? Remember the unadulterated power and joy that coursed through you when they played? Remember the songs that stuck in your head for weeks? You can have it again. Come get some. You know you want it. About the album: Disasterpiece Theatre is six songs of angry power that just scream from the surface of the disc. The opening track, Ugly World, rages in honor of two musical heroes, John Lennon and Dimebag Darrell Abbott, murdered on the same day, only twenty-four years apart. God Complex is a multi-level exploration of one of our times biggest ethical quandaries. Chasin' The Devil and Reap the Whirlwind both harken back to the days when fear and anger fought with the realities of daily survival. The beauty and progressive structure of The Mephisto Waltz does justice to the power and majesty of it's namesake. The album ends with a song that's message is universal. No matter where you are, how far you go, there is someone who is your Home.