Bomis Prendin. They broke the mold. The question is, was it after they made him, or before? Keyboards, percussion, vocals, scribbling, taping, etc.
Corvus Crorson. He started it, damn him. Drink too much coffee, and this could happen to you, too. Beware. Noise of all kinds.
Miles Anderson. An unholy cross between a human being and a Fender Stratocaster. Lead guitar, vocals, anti-composition.
Hungry "Isaac" Hidden. Shy and retiring, he's a wee little fellow who plays a funky-ass bass when the situation calls for it and, really, when doesn't it? Vocals as well.
Candeee. Despite the name, she would probably be a choking hazard. It would be best to just listen to the atmospherics she brings to the equation.