Chuck grew up like every other suburban white kid in 1990s America, completely fucking retarded, hopped-up on Surge, cartoons and cheap metal tapes. After wasting years at art school, he spent his early adulthood trapped in soul-sucking gigs, grinding away for corporate assholes who worshipped cash more than art. Fuck those greedy bastards straight to hell. Now he's channeling all that pent-up rage into Hellbites, because screaming obscenities at strangers beats working for the man.
Fuck them.
Eddie clawed his way out of the gritty gutters of New York, raised on a steady diet of comics, metal riffs, anime marathons, and pixelated violence. Beneath his crusty exterior lies a huge fucking heart and a beautiful, doomed soul. As Hellbites' resident Riff Lord, Eddie's been crafting killer jams since before this dumpster-fire of a band even had a goddamn name, back when it was just friends ripping bowls, and laughing their asses off at the dumbest shit imaginable.
