In a world much like ours--but infinitely cooler, there exists another Velvet Libido.  Unlike this reality's band, cursed with questionable talent and an insatiable appetite for excess, their counterparts are musical prodigies, crafting perfect rock anthems in a realm where the 1980s never ended!

Enter Hyph'n: resident bad boy, self-taught scientist, and a guy who definitely shouldn't be left alone with lab equipment.  In the depths of his secret basement laboratory (located beneath an undisclosed dive bar), he cracked the code to interdimensional communication.  Through a mysterious, glitchy portal--powered by questionable wiring and the sheer force of rock ‘n’ roll--Hyph'n made contact.

A deal was struck.  The parallel-universe Velvet Libido, moved by either cosmic benevolence or pity (probably both), agreed to transmit their songs across dimensions.  All our Velvet Libido had to do was claim them as their own.  The band took these transmissions, slapped their own brand of debauchery on them, and unleashed them on an unsuspecting world.

So, is Velvet Libido the most talented band in history?  Absolutely not! But are they the only ones with access to a secret stash of otherworldly rock anthems?  You bet your leather-clad ass they are!

Rex McMasters

Guitars/Vocals

Ladies man, fashion icon, lip-sync savant--the list of accolades goes on and on for the emotional heart and soul of the band.  Rex's tragic backstory: losing his parents at a young age, surviving alone in the Arizona desert for six months, losing touch with his twin brother for years served to forge him into the calming force of reason and focus that guides the band.  Once a highly touted ambidextrous pitcher from Arizona State, Rex rose to fame as a sure-fire first round draft pick in the MLB.  Upon learning that he was most likely to be drafted by the St. Louis Cardinals, Rex pulled himself out of the draft and chose grad school instead, earning a Doctor of Psychology degree and solidifying what would become the family motto "McMasters always know when to pull out."  His national althletic fame led to a reunion with his long-lost twin, Theodore, who, after thinking his brother was lost to the Arizona desert, changed his name to Tex to honor him.

S.W. Velvet

Vocals/Guitar

Theater kid, emo, band geek, wanna be model, man of many hats (master of none)--S.W. Velvet has been called them all.  Playing second fiddle all his life is something S.W. had just come to accept, always the understudy--never the star.  Upon meeting Rex McMasters, S.W. realized his natural stage presence and performative flair were essential for the success of the band.  Standing out front, dressed for success, and leading the band is finally where he is supposed to be.  

Chad Manly

Drums/Vocals

Chad Manly is just your typical guys' guy.  He is all about sports, all day-every day.  If a ball is involved, Chad Manly will know what to do with it.  His natural athletic prowess makes him a natural fit for the drum kit.  The only things he enjoys more than laying down those powerful beats are hitting the last-second buzzer beater, orchestrating the winning drive down the field, stepping to the plate for a walk-off opportunity, and getting under S.W.'s skin.  The jock versus theater-kid trope is never more evident than when these two start trading barbs with one another.  As different as they appear on the surface, they hold a modest measure of respect for one another and a shared disdain for the band's ultimate nemesis, Todd Gurly--a man from Chad's past that will surely find a way to cause problems for Velvet Libido in the future.

Hyph'n

Bass/Vocals

Wild card, bad boy, mysterious, dangerous, unicorn aficionado, knife-wielding mad-scientist--the list goes on and on to describe the enigma that is Hyph'n.  Rex met Hyph'n standing on a bridge late one night, the latter appearing ready to jump due to a harrowing three hours in the local drunk tank (though rumors persist the actual reason was that Hyph'n  learned that Starburst discontinued production on their Fruit Twists candy line).  Either way, Rex saw something in the strange fellow with the grammatically correct, yet silly, moniker.  Now, he can be found slapping the bass and using his pocketknife as a guitar pick.  Is it safe?  No.  But neither is Hyph'n.