Weekday Warriors, My Worst Critic, Shane Palko, Megan Bentley, Stephan Wolfe
270 E Main Street
Newark, DE, 19711
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Comprised of Russell ¿Que?, Lord Dan, Funky Fingers, and Torb, the Weekday Warriors have been playing together for around a year. The band has become known for their unique style of acoustic hip hop, as well as their numerous spontaneous jam sessions with local musicians and other artists. The band is always interested in collaboration, and is always entertaining while performing. You can always catch them around at Open Mics, especially at their home base of Mojo Main.
My Worst Critic
My Worst Critic, is a hard-hitting Punk band based out of Newark Delaware, and even though 2011-2012 was their first year reaching beyond their hometown, this fresh, energetic four piece is already making big waves in the northeast. From playing sold out shows at bars and record stores on their home turf, to rocking the stages of famous venues like The Trocadero in Philadelphia, and Le Grand Fromage in Atlantic City, Their infectious personalities, catchy lyrics, and a dope ass rhythm section are sure to put them on the map for any real Pop/Punk fan.
The Punk Rock you listen to as you're leaping out of an Airplane.
Swedish fish, Great Beer, Good Times, Sarcasm, Cooking, Heavy Metal, Afros, Steak, Monster, Red bull, Shout music you hear in church, Authentic cutoff shorts, and Coffee.
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