Profoundly illegitimate, Bastard owe their provenance to a spurting orgy of unholy sources. The quartet of babies whom Charles Manson kissed have grown in strength and malevolence, achieving their ultimate form; a screaming backwoods Manitou chanting heresies into the shattered skulls of those trepanned by their own hands. Drink deep of their sweet goo, a rich broth of DNA drawn from the musk of the Cramps, the visions of Herschell Gordon Lewis, and the subverted lusts of the Bay City Rollers. These are the fiends you have been warned about; Mort Sickoberg (guitar), Balls B Besetrko (bass), Ezekiel The Hoss (drums) and Deek Beausoliel (vocals). Rock’n’roll is dangerous again.