In this age of chaos and uncertainty, The Weekend arises newly evolved and ready to take over the world. 2003 sees them delivering a "tighter", "harder" and "faster" rock pop noise with a potent new vibe. Like Zoloft in sound form, The Weekend play excruciatingly catchy music that grabs hold of your ears and shakes your head till insulin pours from your eye sockets in cotton-candy tears of pure delight!

The Weekend is here, for you, with songs that bridge the gap between the teenage years and adulthood, when you're nursing a broken heart, when you're thinking about someone new or when you're remembering that one first love. Comparisons for the sake of convenience? The Weekend is like The Cars and Fleetwood Mac, geno-spliced with Andrew W.K., Pink and Jimmy Eat World. The past has seen The Weekend sparkle bright during opening slots for such marquee talent as WEEZER (where they charmed the pants off 16,000 screaming newbies), DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL, and GREEN DAY.

Young and hot, The Weekend is led by the lovely and talented Andrea Wasse, who writes the songs and sings the lyrics that have transfixed listeners around the world. Her insights and reflections have given us song after heartfelt song. With her angelic voice, Andrea Wasse is heaven's answer to your most desperate prayer. She will make you laugh, cry and sigh all in the same breath. A goddess? Yes! She is the also the Svengali who crafts musical diamonds from the raw, vicious coal of her fellow band mates:

Link C: This anarchistic and psychotic ex-med student takes great joy in psychic propaganda and home surgery. He builds cybernetic devices and implants. If you ever need a new kidney, he knows where to get one. He is dangerous and timeless. He is The Weekend's Keyboardist/Programmer.

Ryan Ford Furo: A Japanese street racer who shocked the town of Woodstock, Ontario when he drove his baby-blue Camaro into the living room of his parents' house. He loves his tattoos, his Gibson Les Paul and fine, exotic-looking women. He is The Weekend's Lead Guitarist.

Jay Westman: Skateboarder, surfer and snowboarder. It's only a matter of time before this guy starts cliff diving or something. He loves hardcore music and pummels his kit with a vengeance. He is The Weekend's Drummer.

Matt Beckett: Also a Japanese street racer, who used to battle Ryan Ford Furo for the title of "Most Sexy Collider". He made good on that title when he drove his Plymouth Sunfire through a farmer's field, killing several expensive pieces of livestock. He enjoys vintage 60s pop music. He is The Weekend's Bass Guitarist.

Now that you know the band intimately, isn't it time you went to see them live or added their music to your collection? Their live performances and CDs have been described as "A great time!", "Well worth the $20 I spent!", and "Wow, she's fucking hot!". You too can have things to say about them, once you've captured them in clubs, arenas or on Compact Disc.

Listen, we're not trying to coerce you or anything, but this is it. This is what you've been looking for. In thousands of homes, just like yours, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, in every country and in every city of the world, The Weekend is there, ready to take the bullets of mediocrity and spit them back in the faces of those who would have you believe that you don't deserve to be happy, living a life of color and beauty.

Unhindered by fear and throwing caution to the wind, this year will see the band embark on their first world tour, bringing their fresh rock culture to the tired masses in the United States, Australia and Japan. No war, border or virus will prevent these youngsters from a rendezvous with destiny. The Weekend's aspartame-soaked, turbo-charged pop is a spark in an otherwise grey and hopeless future. They aren't just a band, The Weekend is the world's last hope for redemption.