The Concept was shocking in its boldness -- 4 young men with a Destiny -- from the Store 24 to Mister Donut their eyes burned with what they saw, even as they lapped it up faster than a small order of McDonald's fries. Reality could not keep the PREFAB MESSIAHS down!

Still, if the Media is the Message, just what are these guys talking about? In short, they're talking about you and me and no one in particular -- about the kind of Eternal Struggle that most "bands" and "musicians" don't even realize exists.

-- There is too much to say...so if you want to hear some aging, overpaid rock dinosaur's hit single, go buy the original and play it on your own two-bit stereo system. The PREFABS aren't interested -- and chances are, they wouldn't be able to play it anyway. The MESSIAHS defy classification; they transcend all musical and social borders...

So who and/or what exactly are the PREFAB MESSIAHS? One day I happened to walk in on one of their practices at radio station WCUW (before they were thrown out). There were no drums -- just some buckets and cans and a snow shovel scrounged up for a cymbal. The guitars were plugged into two tiny amps; there was no microphone. The singer's voice had given out, the generic lead guitar was chronically out of tune, the rhythm guitar was missing a string, and the bassist's fingers were blistered and bleeding. I asked them why they didn't stop -- just give up the whole hopeless enterprise. Their response was truly characteristic -- first they grinned, then they laughed, and then they began laughing until froth poured from their gaping mouths, mingling with the blood from their raw hands and the spilled beer on the filthy floor.

And then I knew -- they were 'IT'."