Found drifting somewhere off the south coast of China by small U.S. navy craft the "S.S. Mino Johnson", a small boy entombed in a guitar case was recovered with the ominous words "Bad Intentions" etched into the capsule that supported him.

Brad, as he was subsequently named, was taken in and raised by a small band of country-folk in New Jersey, and was destined to live life as a farmer. However one evening (during a particularly frisky barn-dance) Old Papa Moonshine broke his fingers. The party was seemingly over until Brad, now aged 9 and a Lute master, was convinced to turn his hand to Old Papa's acoustic guitar. The resulting inexplicable distortion led to three fatalities and a cow giving birth two months early. This radical, dangerous sound led to him being exiled from the community and forced to flee the country. He boarded the next ship bound for England.

13 Years later, on his way home after a long night drinking (white wine spritzers), Brad stumbled into a vagrant. The wizened old man told him of a project he had heard about whilst urinating in a subway......The Rabbit That Ate Las Vegas. The strange homeless man knew that, with Brad's talents, this would be the only safe place for him.

Brad did indeed meet up with the band, who were so amazed by both his cataclysmic guitar playing style and his use of colourful English that they immediately drafted him in as a full member. They knew that the prophecies have been realised; that the missing piece of the puzzle had been found.

When the world's superpowers, governments and security councils learnt of this new union they went into high alert. Not even the combined forces of NATO and Chuck Norris can stop him now.