Seven years ago, clawing mercilessly from the sweltering mud pits, the mighty Mothertrucker dragged itself forth.

Fueled by their undying hatred of corporate shlock-rock, Mothertrucker vowed to crush commercial wannabees, like Gravedigger roaring atop a stack of '71 Pintos.

With the "Anti-Gwen" as their voice, and the Rock & Roll equivalent of a pack of mixed nuts as their sound, the Mothertrucker horde will lull the listener into a catatonic drool-state.

Pretentious phony-accented suck-up Dj's won't like this, but then again, who cares?