Treadwell

Treadwell consists of nothing more than your very own, deepest and innermost thinkings, rolled up into a 3-dimensional sphere consisting of seemingly smooth surfaces, to be realized that if you cut into it and take a chunk out it's a bit rough in the middle. This sphere has the potential to morph into a fully exposed landmine, sprinkled with expectation so fragile and brittle that if only but a tiny spec of sugarcoated debris cuts through its atmosphere and touches ground, it'll detonate, releasing a sound that will resonate and permeate through your entire body, out your pores and into your surroundings, spreading like rapid wildfire throughout your universe, creating an engulfing haze you would love to just get lost in, and ultimately masking any feelings of doubt or hopelessness if only for a moment, but a moment that can be sustained, even after the fog clears and you're left with no choice but to emerge out of hiding.

C.J. DiNatale - Lead Vox/Keys

Russell Frost - Guitar/Vox

Dan Fusco - Drums

Joey Quagliaroli - Bass