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BIOGRAPHIES |
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Maximillion Richelieu- guitar, vox |
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Created in a test tube from hazardous synthetic materials in 1972, Max is full of piss and vinegar. His guitar playing skills are rivaled only by the disproportion of his arse cheeks. In 1964, under the misconception that he was the "King of Beers," he liberated a small villiage in Tanzania. Much of his early musical inspiration came from the battle cries of the natives. In 1970, Maximillion found God and a 1954 Stratocaster. The rest is history... |
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Click here to feel what its like to be Maximillion... |
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Nostrodomus Richelieu- tambourine, vox |
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Born in the foothills of Mount Sinai in 48 BC, this fiesty disciple of Kumar was defrosted in our time to rock your lame ass. While tooling around with a test tube of hazardous synthetic materials and a shotgun, Nostrodomus discharged a round into a bank of loose snow. Buried and frozen for thousands of years, he awoke in 1973, completed his experiment and created Maximillion. The two teamed up to form the greatest punk/dixieland/country/metal/zydeco/new wave/new age/native-land utterance band EVER. |
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Damascus Richelieu (adopted.....it's the deer)- drums |
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He's a deer. He plays the drums. |
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