In the musical breeding grounds known as Fredericton, there was a mythical band that was hard as coral, yet as huggable as a bear. In their North-Side loft, up to their ankles in snow, they played their cryptic music. With obstacles of conflicting schedules and a strange affinity for goats, progress was slow. And like the sun rising over a european vineyard, songs began to emerge, weak, steaming, and coated in viscera. As they learned to walk, these new songs grew stronger, faster...deadlier. Coral Bear knew that they had created monsters, and put these songs to sleep. Then they made some new, more well-adjusted songs and are going to share them with the world.