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Adam Brodsky is Philadelphia's lovelorn, gutter-mouthed protodork. Chain-sawing arhythmically through punchy little tunes like, "Jesus Owes Me Fifty Bucks," "(The Girl I Like Is A) Diesel Dyke," and the inimitable "Clap, You Fuckers! Clap!," Adam vents his considerable anger and frustration on : Any woman who ever rejected him, Anybody with more money than him, and Anybody who had the misfortune to wander into the room by accident. Amazingly, his show business career is going better than ours.
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