Band Bio
Overview
The Unaffected is a high-energy musical collective that fearlessly blends the raw power of hard rock and metal with the catchy melodies of pop rock, the soulful depths of blues, and the rebellious spirit of grunge. Born from a shared passion for diverse sounds, the band has cultivated a unique sonic identity that defies categorization.
Vocals
JayCee Sting
Guitar
Greg M.
Bass / Vocals / Chaos Coordinator
Dammit Joe
Joe has been melting faces with stanky bass lines since high school, when he first discovered that grunge music and teenage angst were a match made in flannel heaven. A die-hard fan of the alternative rock revolution, snowboarding wipeouts, and yelling at sports referees through the TV, Joe lives life like a power ballad: loud, passionate, and slightly off-the cuff.
When he’s not on stage or shredding the slopes, Joe is plotting his magnum opus: a social media empire called stonetempleparrots, where he and his African Grey Parrot will perform grunge covers and possibly start a cult. He believes dogs are better than people, travel is best done with a hard guitar case, and that every band needs at least one member who can talk to birds. Fortunately, he’s that guy.
Drums
Nate D.
If Thor had a drum kit, this would be the guy playing it. Forged in the fires of metal and raised on pop-punk chaos, the Natemare blends the technical wizardry of Brann Dailor, the primal power of Mario Duplantier, the groove-laced fury of Vinnie Paul, and the caffeinated madness of Steve Jocz. His playing is equal parts earthquake, tornado, and espresso shot.
He doesn’t just hit drums—he interrogates them. Every fill is a philosophical argument, every blast beat a declaration of war. When not summoning thunder from his kit, he moonlights with the black metal band Arsenic Addiction, where he channels his inner frost demon and occasionally scares off wildlife with double-kick solos.
Genre-wise, he’s a beautiful contradiction: pop-punk heart, metal soul, and black metal eyeliner. Legend has it he once played a 12-minute solo that summoned a flock of crows and caused a nearby vending machine to dispense only Mountain Dew for a week. We don’t question it. We just keep the fire extinguisher nearby