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The TWW story. (As told by J.G. Mason). I'm going to tell you the story of There Were Wires, so gather round, kids. Way back when we were still young and had ideals and actually worried about sodium sterol lactylate being vegan, a bunch of dudes lived on an island off of the east coast, and were incredibly bored. Like, REALLY bored. There's only so much swimming, port-o-potty tipping, and assorted fucking-off that you can do before its time to focus on something else. So we amassed our collective talents and begat a metal band, the most face-ripping sonic abortion Martha’s Vineyard has ever seen: Axe Wielder. We terrorized the shit out of our parent’s basements and bummed out a few folks at BBQ’s, and it was rad. Then the next summer I looked at a dictionary or something and we changed our name to ‘Acratia’ and we had some pretty cool stickers, and played some shows off-island with other crappy hardcore bands. This was when the band was Noah, Ryan, Neil, Lukas and me. The first time I met Ryan, he was medium-chubby, had a permanent moshcore headband, and was jumping off a bridge onto jellyfish. I liked him immediately. He’s a total sonofabitch now, but he played drums like no ones business and liked any song that had breakdowns. He was sensitive and didn’t eat animals, just like myself, and we were the only two people on earth who liked Chokehold. Instant bff’s. I maintain, to this day, that Ryan Begley is one of the funniest human beings to walk the planet. Also, for some