Forming in the before times, when garage rock bands roamed the earth free from worry and strife, hops were content.
Then the machines came. Now we all must pray for mercy under the terrifying influence of MECHANICAL HOPS - lead by a cold indifferent robot, forcing hops to play meaningless alt-garage rock, with a collection of crude home made guitars, fuzz pedals and the occasional saxophone, to more and more people until an inevitable sorry demise.
This truly is the end of times ?
