All Out

In early ‘07, Joe Skutnik woke suddenly from a dream. His mind was clear save for two words: “All Out.” Not yet knowing what significance the words would have, he channeled them into his creative work and began composing piano concertos in the style of the 18th century composers. The next night he woke suddenly from a different dream and realized that composing piano concertos was lame, and immediately started mixing some phat beats. Suck on that, Mozart. That same night, Matt McCormick (a w...

In early ‘07, Joe Skutnik woke suddenly from a dream. His mind was clear save for two words: “All Out.” Not yet knowing what significance the words would have, he channeled them into his creative work and began composing piano concertos in the style of the 18th century composers. The next night he woke suddenly from a different dream and realized that composing piano concertos was lame, and immediately started mixing some phat beats. Suck on that, Mozart. That same night, Matt McCormick (a wandering drifter with a shadowy past and a mysterious voice) broke into Joe Skutnik’s home, thinking the house was empty. He was in search of a warm place to sleep, food, and a clean toilet to poop in. What he found was a man whose musical stylings were so in tune with his own that one might say they were destined to find each other. Skutnik and McCormick began writing together immediately and they now travel the globe causing mothers of all ages to “get low” as the crime-solving crunk/pop group All Out.