For about five hours a day, the scene in Aric Improta's bedroom is one of complete insanity. As the last streaks of sunlight sink behind the hills in his native Fullerton, the 23-year-old drummer becomes a tornado of sticks, long hair and screams. Occasionally, he'll leap off a stool, his body slamming the beat with the intensity of a pro wrestler. The explosions from his drum kit echo through his parents' suburban home like the boom from cannon fire at the... More >>>