Sum 41
"Well, the guys always figured rock'n roll would get them girls.
I alwaystold them they were way too ugly to be interested in
girls, and I was right." Mom - SUM 41


The boys of SUM 41 are a veritable tossed salad, a smorgasbord,
and a Spam, if you will, of the music that drives today's youth.
Punk rock, hip-hop, and skate rock are like butter on breakfast
toast to these leaders of the new school. With pounding guitar riffs,
drum beats that make your ears quake, and voices comparable only
to that of a choir of angels - a choir of Hell's Angels - SUM 41 are the
new breed of hardcore. Fast and filthy, SUM 41 rises to a new low in
quality street music.

After playing shows with punk acts like Down By Law, Gob, and
Ten Foot Pole, SUM 41 are prepared to give the old boys a run for their
money with their debut EP "Half Hour Of Power". Released in the U.S.
by Island / Def Jam, and in Canada by Aquarius Records / DKD Group,
"Half Hour Of Power" punches you right in the nose, and then laughs
when you're down. The tracks run like a fat kid to donuts - FAST! Your
legs are jittering, your stomach is churning, your hands are shaking,
sweat pours down your face, you lose your job, you spend half the day
in the bathroom, friends will suggest an intervention, your bank account
goes to the shithouse, and you end up alone on the street, naked, hungry,
and screaming repeatedly, over and over "SUM 41! SUM 41!" all because
you made the right decision and listened to SUM 41. Fuck what your friends
say - "I heard that stuff messes you up" or "Yo, my little brother listened
to SUM 41 and now he wears like dresses and shit" - because they are just
scared. Be a man, or woman, or whatever you are and stand up for what's
right and take the plunge into SUM 41. Make no mistake "Half Hour Of Power"
is a commitment; a religion, a faith, and SUM 41 will be your God, father,
mother, and bee-atch. Cause when you hear it, yo, you're finished. Done.
Over.

Cone
Cone
Name: Jay McCaslin

Nickname: Cone

Age: 20

Birthplace: North York, Ontario

Criminal Record: Polluting the world with ass gas

Most Likely To: Be 26 and still look 14

Favorite Expression: Drop Trou and show us some boosh!

Day Job: Everyday is Saturday

Favorite Animal: Like Steve I also like Monkies

Favorite Strip Bar: In and Out (The one my Dad will soon own)


Favorite Band: The Police and Tenacious D

Least Favorite Band: Creed

Car: K.I.T.T. (The Car in Night Rider)

Pet: David Hasselhoff

His Story: What do you do if every Bass Player you’ve ever had is Greasy, Unmotivated or just a plain shit bag? You create your own! If you combine one part badass bass licks, two scoops vanilla ice cream, and sprinkle with good looks you’ll end up with Cone. Cone put an end to Sum41’s long search for a Masterbassor in Feb. of 1999. Sick and tired of cleaning up stale popcorn and hard gummy bears at the Movie theatre where he worked, Cone decided that the road leading to rock was his destination, so he quit the movie business for a career in music. Born in 1980 in Toronto, Cone grew up surrounded by a huge selection of Satellite pornography. His Father, “Porno” Paul, taught him the importance of a fine Porno flick and for years Cone’s face was glued to the screen. By 14 years of age Cone had put down his dick long enough to pick up his first Bass, an El Degas, and since has honed his skills to become the next Geddy Lee. The roster of bands Cone had formally been a part of is short, consisting of only one, however this one band had several awful names. Names like Wizard, Lizard Tongue, Presse and the Rippers, Second Opinion, Body Dream and finally “The Nights of Even Grable; A Treble Charger cover band” eventually led to the bands demise. Cone then joined Sum41 and still thinks that he is the real reason Sum41 got signed because as he keeps reminding the band “We did get signed right after I joined the band.”