Silkwire was founded by and currently consists of vocalist and guitarist, Zak Jacks (25), a blue collar scientist and unlicensed, untrained retail electrical contractor consultant from the desolate swamplands of south Florida, and bassist and vocalist, Trenton Whittaker (24), an amateur crypto-zoologist and actor from the mountainous backwoods of northern Virginia. The pair officially created Silkwire in the the early months of winter, 2023, but unofficially the unholy conception can be rooted back the the midsummer of 2013, an entire decade prior.
Jacks and Whittaker both spent the early childhoods moving around the east coast of the united states, nearly crossing paths many times, until both of their families respectively moved to the same Texas suburb of Katy, where the pair were both forced into the same after-school adolescent rock & roll program, where the duo linked up, and ultimately embarked upon a cancerous union of anarchy and substance-fueled creativity. Constantly forming the same bullshit edgelord punk(ish) band over and over again, with the only noticeable difference being the group's name, eventually the two went on their separate ways to focus on their studies, until after a 3 year hiatus, a new renaissance of weird shit was in the making, when the pair united from across the country for the conception of a live, on-stage musical production: "Castrated Sex Demon".
Somehow being as religiously wholesome as it was sacrilegiously determined, "Castrated Sex Demon" written and directed by Trenton Whitaker, and composed by Zak Jacks, was an ambiguously feminist masterpiece chronicling the life of a priest turned pimp, and a striper turned prostitute in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas, Nevada in the 1980's, that received just enough moderate success and notoriety, that the pair decided it was within their best interests to relocate to Hollywood, in order to focus on their careers in the entertainment industry, where they then both remained unemployed for months. After the two had spent roughly 7 months sitting on the couch, getting high, watching the X-Files, and surviving merely on basic schemes and swindles, an idea sparked, and much like a second, way less powerful "big bang," the iconic duo lazily made eye contact, and unenthusiastically proclaimed in unison, "fuck it, let's start another band."
Since this heroic milestone landed in the bleak February of 2023, these two iconic idiots have pumped out like 5 or 6 really good post-hardcore songs, of which only barely rip-off the sounds of bands such the likes of Sunny Day Real Estate or Rival Schools, and now only require a HUMAN drummer in order to complete their efforts of taking over the world.
