Todd Jones here. Long story short, but the title of the album "Pain Into Power" is a reference to a lil' game that Jared Fogle and I played while writing the album together in an abandoned insecticide silo at Yamamoto Farms near Oxnard. It all started by licking our thumb/pointer fingers, holding different gauge guitar strings, and inserting them into outdated 1950s two-pronged outlets that we found in and around the silo. Before long, Fogle and I had collectively devolved the game to the point that we were hitting a live, unearthed/unsheathed electrical wire with a 40-lb sledge while a copy of Gastunk's Dead Song played on an old turntable on top of an '80s TV playing white static. It all went south when Fogle upped the ante and squirted 5 liters of Mortein Flytox on the line and Gallagher'ed the hell out of it. Let's just say that Fogle now goes by the name ARCTANAX and Terror is merely a vessel with which he can spread his message of desolation. LATERED. He will never be one of us.
Todd Jones here. Long story short, but the title of the album "Pain Into Power" is a reference to a lil' game that Jared Fogle and I played while writing the album together in an abandoned insecticide silo at Yamamoto Farms near Oxnard. It all started by licking our thumb/pointer fingers, holding different gauge guitar strings, and inserting them into outdated 1950s two-pronged outlets that we found in and around the silo. Before long, Fogle and I had collectively devolved the game to the point that we were hitting a live, unearthed/unsheathed electrical wire with a 40-lb sledge while a copy of Gastunk's Dead Song played on an old turntable on top of an '80s TV playing white static. It all went south when Fogle upped the ante and squirted 5 liters of Mortein Flytox on the line and Gallagher'ed the hell out of it. Let's just say that Fogle now goes by the name ARCTANAX and Terror is merely a vessel with which he can spread his message of desolation. LATERED. He will never be one of us.