Out of the bowels of South Jersey comes a band with the politics of the Dead Kennedys, the voice of DRI, the rhythm of Green Day, and the IN-YOUR-FACE attitude of Michael Moore. It's Max the Dork, driving the huge 18-wheeler of bad taste and piss and vinegar straight down the highway of social sensibility. We step on toes, we spit in faces, and no we will not leggo your eggo so don't even ask. Coming soon to a strip mall near you. Stagedivers wanted.
Bret Walker 20 December 2006 08:17
