Chastity is such an interesting kat. His musical environment radiates out from his suburban experiences in Whitby, ON. He is neither a hater of the place nor a lover, instead he deals with it honestly, face-on, warts and picket fences and all. He skates the edge of that liminal space which is neither city nor country, neither farmland nor factory lot. Whereas K-Os, also from Whitby, would have steered towards the urban side of suburbia Chastity goes into the subterranean, delving deep into what lies beneath. We are familiar via pop culture with the failed promise of the suburbs, the darker side of normality, the eerie emptiness of the streets and the haunting behind the curtains. Chastity with a sound, one foot in NIN, one foot in Smashing Pumpkins, one foot on the asphalt, skates these streets, half raven, half Holden Caulfield, gathering the children to usher them back from the edge. There is a new album coming in July. There is a single available now.