In the frozen wastelands of Maine on Febuary 6,1966, a small group of east coast surfers and slacker musicians hiked up Barker Mountain at dusk to try out the newest snow-riding craze, "The Snurfer." As they descended in the moonlight, a lone wolf's howl created a massive avalanche, crushing them into the frozen rock in an instant of sudden death. Years pass, and the world falls into it's current dilapidated, pre-apocalyptic state, and in 2007 as our super-heated planet melts the world's cold places, the long forgotten group of corpses are awakened! Thawed out by the evils of man! In a haze of hunger and confusion, the group slowly lurches their way from the mountains back to their beloved beach and their old surf break... ... but the hunger of their zombie vessels could not be restrained, and they began to feed on the beachgoers... but when a nearby transistor radio playing a familiar song grabbed their attention, it seemed instrumental surf music was the only element strong enough to curb their desire for human flesh! The group knew what they had to do... THEE ICEPICKS were reanimated! They dawned the skimasks, goggles, and turtlenecks from their old gear to hide their hideous disfigurements and took to the stage! ... And over 400 shows later we are still out there! "...I fucking love the sounds ...reminiscent of the days Man Or Astroman were still good." - VD, City Trash Magazine (Netherlands) Maine. Febuary 6,1966. A small group hikes up a mountain. A tragic avalanche occurs...