Press
April 2007
Badass Boston boogie comin' at ya full boar (sic), so cock your fist or fist your cock ?cause it's kill or be killed when Motherboar sets acid to tongue and cranks out unearthly volts of cinder block rock that hits your ass like prison sex. In fact, I'd say if Motherboar were from somewhere like Norway or Florida, instead of ol' Mass, then it'd be hard not to peg 'em as death metal demons, but as it is they've got red blood pumping through their seething veins, rife with adrenaline, PBR, and motor oil. Kind of the beautiful mess you'd end up with if you spent your summers growing up listening to Motorhead, Clutch, Ironlung and Wino, kicking chickens, and picking things out of your beard. It's nasty, Jack, so get with the Motherboar.
Jeff Warren