I.A.D. – Offer a ‘Rare Sacrement’ in the age of sterile, anodyne, business plan muzak. In fact when I.A.D. flex their collective muscle it’s the aural equivalent of being witness to a 3-way mash up of The Stooges, The Jesus Lizard and Joy Division. Pure, unadulterated rock ‘n’ roll noise!!! As the potent brew of sledgehammer subtleties and featherweight fury erupts Sargent is slave to the sonic assault. A spastic acrobat with jerking limbs & asylum antics, diseased and desperate the agony & ecstasy of the Human Condition.

I.A.D. – Are building a fearsome reputation on the S. Wales toilet circuit with their explosive, unpredictable & energetic freak show.

I.A.D. – Sins of insanity, enlightenment, insight, death & destruction. They aim to exhume rock ‘n’ roll’s festering, fetid corpse to administer one final brutal kicking.

I.A.D. – Are driven by a contempt for youth’s misappropriation & complacency regarding rock ‘n’ roll’s awe inspiring & transcendental power.

I.A.D. – Hold a mirror to their audience & reflect back a distorted, fractured vision of their wildest fantasies & deepest fears.

I.A.D. – Access distant brainlands & return laden with songs of salvation & sorrow.

I.A.D. – Are old enough to know better but better enough to know more.

I.A.D. – Are…. The Antidote