We are Mother Climax, The Ultimate White Trash Party Band. Re-Constructed from the ruins of Pyrofoam, Swaybone and Placenta Xodik and Wild Bill sat down over a mason jar of Granny's Special Brew and decided that we form us up a rock band. We ain't pretty, and our clothes have holes in them and much of our gear is held together with duct tape and tin foil but we push it all to the limits.
Once the Xodman and Wild Bill came to this conclusion, the Aliens took notice and were somehow offended by the sheer audacity of a couple of guys playing plain old fashioned heavy metal. No glitz, no hair spray, no spandex, just nimble fingers and lyrics about things that we all experience, if admit it or not! Plotting of immense deviousness began to percolate within the intergalactic hive mind. So the Aliens used a BRAINKILL ray to eliminate the first drummer and outright ABDUCTED and POWER-PROBED the second drummer. Fortunately Wild Bill's illegitimate son from a couple trailers down, Joaquin (aka Wild Bill jr) had grown to an impressive young man with amazing drum skills. So Mother Climax now has a great drummer and if the Aliens get him then FUCK YOU Child Welfare Office!!!!
So get ready you Climax-Heads. Kick off them SHOES, unlock your DAUGHTERS, and get your GUN...Mother Climax is going to EXPLODE all over your FACE.
