Wilderness Pangs

Till death removed you thence,
Some less for Christ, some more,
Such wilderness pangs ye bore–
A living martyrdom,
Of whose great recompence,
Part reap'd, and part to come,
All after-time is heir.

— William Thorp, The Martyrs of Conscience: A Bicentenary Ode, 186

Wilderness Pangs started as a tribute to Creedence Clearwater Revival, but quickly evolved into something far more sinister. A trip to the center of the earth, where Brandon and Randy discovered giant, prehistoric fire-breathing beasts called Gigantadons, made the duo aware of a parallel dimension in which rap music never existed. Flash forward three years. Randy and Brandon have loved and lost and loved again and a strapping young lad named Jeremy teaches Randy how to make sandwiches. He's instantly asked to join the band. As a 3-piece, they are now able to start playing live. They do, and the world is better and worse for it. Sometimes, fellow comrade-in-arms John plays with the group. But things are never the same again, ever.