Moot is not a band as much as it is a long, painful trip to the bathroom. The group's members, Tom, Evan, and Bob, are identical triplets, born six years apart in Memphis and Ontario, Canada. The band chose thier name from an old English verb, to moot, meaning (literally) 'apply bellows to one's backside.' The brothers are especially fond of using old english terminology, given their ancestry and ties to early colonial America. The boys even had a relative who was a close friend of Capt. John Smith - a William 'Barnacle' Tobias - who suffered a terrible tragedy during that first miserable winter of 1627, when he was hit by a bus.

The music of Moot has been termed ethereal yet grinding, not unlike the vision of an angel being shoved through a wood chipper. Moot's fans do not love the band as much as they fear them (though this can probably be attributed to the repeat performances of the band's 'chicken chainsaw trilogy'). And yet it is this rare combination of passion and artistry that causes not only intense devotion from fans, but also 'control' problems for Evan, the 'drummer' of the outfit. As the band likes to say, 'the gig ain't going until the diaper's overflowing.'

In addition to Evan's impassioned 'drumming,' Bob's artistry on the Mammoth Cheddar wheel and Tom asleep on the floor combine to create the magic that is Moot. Tony Danza-esque vocals, screechy lyrics, and thumb-sucking guitars create a live atmosphere of distress and name-calling at every Moot show.

Moot will find you. They know the route you take home from work.