Lights Out

"When the wizard awoke, he stood high upon the hilltop and looked into his bubbling cauldron. Although he had used one swig of dragon's tail and four twitches of the moss of Alderon, something was amiss. With a blast from the depths of Earthsea, the cauldron erupted and the wizard toppled down to the valley. As he rose, lightning crashed from up above. Thus, rock was reborn. Bow unto the Bad Form…"

Good music defies inhibitions. Bands fail because they adhere to familiarity; the same sound with the same message. In order to sustain itself, music needs to be constantly reminded that it can behave erratically. Categories and cosmopolitan musical sensibilities aside, the Bad Form pride themselves in being able to cut loose and abuse themselves and their instruments in such a way as to produce some nasty music.