Read about why the critics are raving about our own Laser, Rock Composer.

"He may be igneount, but he's not afraid to get down and dirty!"__ Bill Bored magazine.

Laser's Rock Composer career is real a balancing act. Juggling between editing the Junk Bros. News and possum hunting, Chas Laser seldom has time to devote to his rock art. Despite his limitations, accomplishments stack up. Laser first realized that he had a real rock feel whenever he'd come across some with his Fender. Unable to catch a bass tempo, he soon gave up fishing on the sound, to snare rock and metal by picking with his ax.

Never one to totter and roll about, Laser stayed true to his roots, while others graveled on rock bottom.

Most people become petrified at his stony lithic; but all agree that they'd rather skip the Stones than to get that sinking feeling of missing out when he's laid down some good sedi-mentality. That's why most people are more than willing to shale out the clams to see him caught between a rock and hard place, an event that is sure to please any soul seeking escarpment.

In the end, Laser always manages to a peak with his Fender Stratified version of non-clastic Rock. Everyone will lava his next hot download that promises to be an avalanche of foundational bluff; and a certain threat to dubious cover bands of promontory horizons.

In the nitty-gritty crush and run, hopefully, Laser will find a jewel or gem or diamond in the rough. If you do, Laser, baguette! Just don't rap it up on the rock pile. Always stay solid and never quake.

"Oh ye cragmore of wind-felt wear! If you're in need of a name,__ Bauble do!"