With firm roots in music all his life, Andre Brown's first band: Come, Shot, Legends went plastic in the US. The band unfortunately fell apart after a terrible quarrel involving armored kittens and nitroglycerin. Fortunately, Andre Brown is the shit. By the shit I mean he fucks shit up. When he plays instruments they ignite into flames. With the ability to ignite instruments, he continues to share his masterful works with everyone to this very day.

His musical greatness is compared to that of the Who, being called, "Wait, Andre who?" by the Rofling Stone. Rumours have circulated concerning his many wives and being considered "the fourth great B", forever changing the three B's to the four B's: Bach, Beethoven, Brahms, and Brown.

The general consensus from live concerts can be described as an anonymous witness describes, "I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR ANYMORE." He has been known to autograph exclusively breasts and kittens, occasionally straying to sign unborn children and determine their worth.
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