In a basement on Commonwealth Terrace in Allston, MA, during the cold, dark winter of 1994-95, guitarists Justin Sosnovski, Graham Hick and B. Clifford Meyer joined together to create something both beautiful and disgusting. They decided that a bass just wasn't needed when they had 3 guitars, and besides, no one wanted to play it. Instead they utilized a dropped D tuning that ensured a sound both heavy and sad. This bleakness attracted the drumming of Jonathan Ruhe. The name was taken from a roommate's stepdad who was a total asshole named Gerschon.