MCS was born from the ashes of the Carter administration, large doses of LSD, cheap beer and the altogether unnecessary chance meeting of a guitar, a practice amp and a handful of silverware with a Radio Shack tape recorder and some 3M tape.

Sometime in 1980, three alcoholic losers in a little known subdivision of hell called Yuma were experimenting with combining Wiederman's, high strychnine LSD and prescription vein dilators with detuned guitars and basses running through daisy-chained distortion pedals, their names were Ripton Gashed, polycarp kusch and the Mysterious Mr. Cox. While Mr. kusch was finding out the extent of tone-noise that could be generated by scraping silverware through the magnetic fields of hand wound pick-ups and that drums could be played by shorting out disconnected guitar cords, Mr. Cox was designing a method for recording the matter without a microphone and Mr. Gashed discovered how multitrack recording could be accomplished on a monaural cassette deck with aluminum foil and scotch tape.

The first studio consisted of a guitar running through a series of six Big Muff Pi distortion boxes and into a 5-watt practice amp whose speaker wires had been clipped to connect directly into a Radio Shack cassette recorder's mic input. Multiple tracks were recorded by taping aluminum foil over the erase heads. This had a minor drawback of not being able to hear previous tracks while recording the new ones. Vocals were not possible on the original recording of DownSyndromeTown, but were added later after acquiring a set of headphones to sing into.

The name came into being during the DST sessions while on yet another beer break the frying trio found a 3 am repeat of Romper Room wherein 8 to 10 children with Down's syndrome were being forced to walk a balance beam while wearing full Crayola crayon suits (including a colorful pointy crayon tip hat). Thus mongoloids in crayon suits was born.

To Be Continued...