Here's the deal, we're from Iceland. Our names ring with the life-stuff of the land...Petro, Torkk, Deke, Hans & Durwood. We mainly hail from the southwestern region known for its cowboyish antics. Who would have ever thought the Land of Fire & Ice would give up such gems as the members of "Test Site 67". With rugged, not so good looks, we forged our way into the Minneapolis music scene.
Alright, here's the real nuts & bolts of this band...

Even though we may look extremely Icelandish, we're not...'twas just a ploy to make you, the audience, more susceptible to thinking we're an outlandishly cool band living, breathing & playing in the Twin Cities.

In order to get right down to the truth of the matter, one has to take the very beginnings into some understanding. This can be slightly long & intimidating to the short fused readers, so we'll give you the short, sweet, brevity of the makings.

Joel (Petro) learned to play guitar...needed a band to play in...told Toby (Deke) to learn bass...Joel taught Toby to play bass, then taught the rest of the band to play their instruments. Low and behold we have the first band. Through a series of reformulations, recalculations, reincarnations & space stations, Test Site 67 evolved. This pretty much only covers the two brothers, Toby & Joel Schaan.

Scott (Torkk) started circa the same time as Joel, learning by watching, singing & playing guitar with his old man of whom he looks up to the most in this unforgiving world. He strived toward something (?), staying mostly a closet musician until the times beckoned for a wee bit more.. When is comes right down to it, he met the Boys of Inertia whilst attending the astute North Dakota State University, Fargo. In and out of each others existences over the years, they finally settled for the Minneapolis/St. Paul area. One day Joel said "We should have an acoustic band".

Then we have Greg (Hans), stepping cheek deep into damn hard rock, meandering lazily amongst the hippie complexity, then diving headlong into whatever peaked his naked rhythmic curiosity. Skate-punk from hell was his disposition, yet a certainty to fall into his shadowless vibe of Test Site 67.

Last but never least, Daryk (Durwood), saxin' it from the beginnings of time (high school), the cowboy of mad-saxers, the Dur of all Wood (winds). He seems to invoke the wind of some exotic Greek God yet has the subtlety to pat you on the ass when you need it most. Effectively turning every genre he touches into his own, literally smelting his horns to bend & shape wondrous tone.