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"That's how we all came together, as far as I'm concerned," he sums up, then acknowledges, "The chess squad might have had a little bit to do with it."

And so it goes on. The topic of conversation soon turns to the benefits of living in Denver ("We have houses there and shit," says Eason. "It's where our girlfriends are. We get to sleep there and eat. That's the best thing about it --eating") and what kinds of ingredients would be in Ben & Jerry's Black Black Ocean ice cream. ("Chocolate, sauerkraut, crunchy peanut butter, maybe some meth," lists Black. "Ruffles potato chip crumbs and cocaine sprinkles. And it would come served in a big jug, not a little container. You'd get a fucking jug of it.")

Wading to exhale: Quintin Schermerhorn (from left), Stephen Till, Ryan Eason and Jared Black are Black Black Ocean.

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Although gumption and dedication have taken the band from its first humble gig to headlining the Ogden Theatre in a little over a year, the foursome is not about to start getting serious about itself. And as much as Black Black Ocean indulges in gratuitous myth-spinning, its focus is clearly on the careful construction of its spasmodic music.

"I think that the way we feel about our music is the one issue that should be left ambiguous or maybe even silly or goofy," says Schermerhorn.

Yeah, the one issue.

Silent until now, Schermerhorn has finally taken the phone from his accomplices, perhaps scuttling to the back of the van in humility, like a sinner entering a confessional. With a deep breath, he decides to unburden his soul, to set the record straight, to come clean and cut through all of the chicanery that the rest of his bandmates have been shoveling for the last half-hour.

"That hardcore metal fest that we all supposedly met at," he admits, "was actually in Toledo."