You are dirty, hungry, thirsty and so tired that you can barely keep walking. Running from the end of the world you have been on your feet in the desert for three and a half days without food or drink. Suddenly, you see a bar on the horizon. You think it must be a mirage. You think your dried-up brain is playing hallucinogenic tricks on you, but that's not true. As you get closer you hear massive guitar riffs and a screaming audience. Carefully, you walk through the door and can't believe your eyes! All around there's burning amps, drunks lying around, bare breasts, and a partying mob whose clothes are just as filthy as yours... ...and there's a band on stage creating a sound as savage and mighty as the animal they are named after. All your friends are there, the booze is free, amps are slowly starting to melt, heads are banging against the stage until they bleed, and you are in the middle of it all, slowly forgetting about the ordeal of the last few days, letting yourself go like a log of wood on the Mississippi. BISON B.C. have come to reign. BISON B.C. - a name as heavy as its music. BISON B.C. - the reason why amplifiers go up to 10. BISON B.C. - a feeling like a bursting heart in your chest. BISON B.C. - Canada's answer to HIGH ON FIRE. BISON B.C. - the new rulers of riff-oriented, heavy sludge rock!