The Megáladon's jaws gaped wide, revealing triangular, serrated teeth the size of a man's hand. Oxygen-bearing water pounded through its gills exhilaratingly. The Megálodon's upper jaw, slung loosely under its skull like that of a shark, protruded forward and down: reaching, straining in anticipation of sweet, warm flesh . . . Singing songs built on the experiences of living in a community full of promiscuous, lazy, violent scumbags, Megáladon’s music pulls no punches. Megáladon have set out on a journey to rid the world of the plague of stagnant Indie copy bands. Megáladon are coming, EMBRACE THE CHANGE!!!