Emerging like a missile from some surreptitious silo in southwestern Ohio, The Serfs are a deliberately nebulous and incidentally industrialist gang of dance-floor hymners-- perturbed and tranced-out troubadours whose sound and musical ideology seems to be a causal manifestation of their immediate environments--hard-wired and hypnotic synthesized melodies propel alongside churning and scraping percussion of every metallic tonality--with temperamental and eremitic words and voices dictating the forlorn venture. Like their Ohio predecessors, The Serfs seem askew from the art that surrounds them, and proud of it.