Born in a place with no light, The IceBenders are travellers, walking a road that only they know.
One, a former gun-for-hire with the KGB, another a champion jockey in Guam. The last of the trio is known only as "Silencio", his history shrouded in deception and half-truths. It was this stranger who, wandering the five corners of the earth, would draw the IceBenders to him, like the Earth to the Sun. When the sun hides its face beyond the moon, the IceBenders meet in open fields and create sounds for the gods, offerings to the holy fathers of Tubby, Kuti and Brown.
When asked to describe their music, The Jockey only smiles and slowly puts his hands over his eyes. The Russian will answer any question you ask, but his answers will only raise two more queries in its place. The only man to ever speak directly to Silencio, other than his faithful band of fellow minstrels, is Bruce Campbell, who was afterwards hospitalised for days, seemingly possessed by the spirit of a jellyfish.
These three bastions of sound and experimentation have taken a hiatus from their Neverending Story(TM) to spread their mental tentacles into the underground music scene that blooms in Sydney's inner-west. Already their influence can be seen in the crazed eyes of a nightclub DJ, endlessly chaining Scientist tracks into themselves, creating musical centipedes. You can hear it in the scream of a busker as he effortlessly belts out It's a Man's World from a set of lungs devastated by cigarettes and other addictions, while all around him tourists flock and, for reasons they cannot explain, stay forever.
Living only by the motto "Put some red in it", the IceBenders seek to awaken an ancient god from deep within the earth. The powerful Juju Lord, who will unite all music into one glorious rhythm, and all shall dance eternally to the sounds of the ever-expanding universe. There is only one way forward, into the arms of the IceBenders, as they summon up grooves from other dimensions. All are welcome, and none will be forgotten, none abandoned by the beat, as the Russian, the Jockey, and Silencio dance across the grass in the red moonlight.