There have long been stories of a band called Some Awful Bridge—apocryphal, awestruck yet vilifying, oft-envious, and some barely more than slander. All mention the presence of pretentious art/alt-rock, sometimes noisy, sometimes beautiful.

All we know is that there are some albums left behind. And regardless of whatever it was, aside from some right-decent recorded evidence that there is a was, there is a will be involved in it all.

So I guess what I’m getting at is that this site is one on which you should keep an eye or two, or three if you're all that enlightened, as there will no doubt be some surprises—pleasant or otherwise—coming down the pike.

In the meantime, you can always e-mail the man behind the curtain, or, for the archaeomusicologists among you, go digging in the obligatory MySpace page. Consider this latter link to be a trail of bread crumbs leading you to Some Awful Bridge's gingerbread house, made of icing and mixed metaphors, erected proudly in the dark forest of the Collective Conscious.