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Little is known of Kenny Cornbread. He tends to avoid interviews, and holds a strange, limited social media presence. Rumors float about his personal life-- from dating celebrities to appearing in underground bare-knuckle boxing exhibitions-- but none are substantiated. He's an ethereal figure, unwilling to even contribute to this article (free publicity, mind you) about him. So what do we know? He believes in rock. And roll. And partying. And little else. Onstage, Kenny and his gang of savage feral beasts known only as the Biscuit Boys melt the faces, ignite the loins, and crush the souls of all who dare witness the show. It's an experience that can't be put into words.. how can one describe death, resurrection, faith, love.. revolution? How might I dictate the primal essence of human existence and the experience of sexual, spiritual awakening? I don't know, but watching Kenny made me finally feel and understand them all. And more. At once. This simple man operates under a simple premise: Make America Rock Again. Kenny has taken it upon himself to bring the bottle smashing, ass-kicking, hangover-curing, mustache-growing, baby-making music to the world that so desperately needs it-- now more than ever.