When observing Sledd — his hands clasped thoughtfully behind his back, standing at a marbled balcony overlooking the noble Rhine — when observing all this, it would be mere child's play to mistake him for a Duke or a Count. It's because of his elegance. Descended from a select line of key German architects and Generals, every lick, every chop from his arsenal of customized electrical guitars is delivered with the precision, the force, the beauty of a laser guided V-2 rocket attack.

Our Bavarian hero attended prestigious mathematics and music academies throughout Europe. There's a statue of him in Budapest. As a reward for his iron discipline and astonishing achievements, Sledd's father took him to Shinrui-Ko in the family's custom Stuka. There he met Argon, Ultrafox, Cindi Caramels, and a happy family of speaking woodland creatures. Wowed by the mutual admiration they had for each other, they found collaboration all too easy.

Imagine, if you can, the joy you will feel when you are the beneficiary of his good sonic works. Like a young, musclebound Iannas Xenakis working through raw ore, Sledd is a metallurgist of the highest calibre. Extracting metal. Purifying. Alloying. Making useful objects for the advancement of culture.