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The Midwest has long been a symbol of all that is wholesome and peaceful in America. Her fruitful rolling hills and tranquil farms have nourished an entire nation. But these prairies, which at times seem so serene, also conceal a hidden danger. The skies darken. A low thunder rumbles across the horizon. What was once a gentle, comforting breeze has now whipped itself into a violent frenzy, capable of unimaginable destruction. This is no mere storm, my brethren, this is Ten Grand. Bob Adams' drums call up a cacophonous swarm of rhythmic debris, as Zach Westerdhaul's bass lines bounce and rumble, like a semi tossed into the wind like a child's toy. At the same time, Matt Davis' and Joel Anderson's intertwining guitar currents could tear the roof off your house, hoist your sleeping grandma into the air, and then lay her down in a tree, unharmed, six miles away.