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David Lawrence
David Lawrence is DMT's guitar player and lead vocalist. Compared by many to greats like Mark Shelton and Joel Hesser, David is the quintessential "rock and roll badboy."
With a haunting tone conjured from the tortured past of his childhood, David brings the ghosts of hellish post-traumatic stress disorder to life in a frenzied "danse marcabe" of diatonic and pentatonic assaults which generously pepper his songs of obsession with certain local girls and comic books.
David enjoys Thai food, Thai girls and T.I.E. fighters.
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Tracy Sailor
Tracy Sailor, DMT's bass player is the soild bedrock that the DMT rocket launches from. With his quasi-folksy upbringing and neo-grassroots attitude, many have called Tracy the "punk rock Will Rogers" because of his crystal clear insight into life and also the subsequent clever quips he formulates due to the aforementioned insight. Still others call Tracy the "musical Genghis Khan", reffering to his ability to whip his band of manaical musical Mongols into beserker rages of sonic assult on the Tartars of the audience, just like he would whip his deck into gnarly frontside grinds against the hard curbs of the city.
Tracy enjoys miso soup, skateboards and video games.
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Alberto Alfonso
Alberto Alfonso's scorched-earth policy against his drums is heralded as as both breathtaking and awe-inspiring. After a dramatic moonlight escape from his homeland of Cuba by swimming to Mexico at the age of 6, he was adopted by a troupe of deaf/mute percussionists in Puerto Vallarta, who's only means of communication was through changes in air pressure and vibration caused by their drums, which incidentally, were made from human skin and bone. Some have compared his brutal attack on his own set of drums to a prison rape, while others have said it most resembles the miracle of a live birth of a dolphin. reports vary on the materials used to construct his own drums.
Alberto enjoys pork chops with lime and salt, skateboards and Dead Kennedys.
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