Hasty DAE and the Slow Mogrifaction brings a modern alternative twist to the soul of classic rock.

The piano drives with a pulsing rhythm. Electric guitars crunch and sear. Drums pound. Other instruments do other musical stuff. You know the drill.  

Anchoring the band is an understated man of constantly tested dignity. Pushing his buttons are a motley crew of time-jumping wanderlust souls. 

There's the mercurial goat who plays a mean guitar and always cleans up after himself. Catch him on his days off when he likes to hike and mountain climb (never agree to race him to the top). 

 The upper midwestern beaver  came to the band by way of death metal and K-pop, and originally hails from ancient Norway. Ask her about the Viking raiding parties ("they're a hoot, you betcha.") She plays rhythm guitar.

The mormon bison percussionist knocks out a beat like a herd of, well, bison, but don't ask him out for a drink ("Abstinence rules!")  

Who else but an immortal, philosophy-spouting octopus could fill the many shoes of the Metronomic Millipede, the drummer who sadly retired after someone mistakenly called him a centipede, and he he lost his mind while counting his legs to prove he wasn't?

Others are gathering from across space time to fill out the ranks. Their identities will coalesce as their realities converge with ours. Shock waves will ripple through the world, and music will never be the same again. (Reality changing paradigms are not guaranteed.)