Emerging like a missile from some surreptitious silo in southwestern Ohio, The Serfs are a
 deliberately nebulous and incidentally industrialist gang of dance-floor hymners-- perturbed and
 tranced-out troubadours whose sound and musical ideology seems to be a causal manifestation of
 their immediate environments--hard-wired and hypnotic synthesized melodies propel alongside
 churning and scraping percussion of every metallic tonality--with temperamental and eremitic words
 and voices dictating the forlorn venture. Like their Ohio predecessors, The Serfs seem askew from
 the art that surrounds them, and proud of it.