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Max Westbrooklead vocals, bari sax. Max started the band and recruited the members. |
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Curtis Kornfuehrervocals, rhythm guitar. His credits go back farther than he cares to admit, and some of his troops say he looks like a pimp if he wears too many gold chains. |
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lead guitar. Mick is an incredible talent even though he is from California. |
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vocals, drums. Todd is multitalented, or so he keeps
telling us. If he's not playing in his own band, Funky Old Soul,
then he's helping us keep a solid beat. Hats off to Todd
and the enthusiasm he brings to the band. If we could
only bottle that stuff. |
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vocals, keyboards. KR is an amazing talent and we couldn't do it without his help. |
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Jonathan S. Tuttle Trombone player of the highest calibre and a credit to mankind. The Captain comes to us from Berlin Polytechnic and is a Reformed Druid. Tuttle hasn't actually been seen since he went up in that helo with Matt. |
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Matt Harmatuksound. Matt is a terrific DJ and has offered his technical skills to help us with the soundboard. He’s only got 2% body fat, so if he starts looking weak, please bring him a slice of turkey and an apple. Thanks. |
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Mark ThompsonFirst Czar of the Directorate
of Technology and the Minister of Propaganda. Mark does the hard work of keeping the Under Cover rig running and keeps the band in line with a heavy bottom end.
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Bob McMillanHead Roady. In 1972 a crack commando was sent to prison by a military court for a crime he didn't commit. This man promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, he survives as a soldier of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find him, maybe you can hire the Bob-man. We did!
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