Hailing from the antique whaling-port city of New Bedford, MA, revelatory rock outfit BLUES BASTARD are a hard rockin', unpredictably unhinged Rockandroll riff riot of authentically vintage proportions. They are a feral, uncultured Neo-garage vagabond throwback, featuring a studiously concentrated cross-pollination of dizzying sonic influence and spontaneously explosive social anarchy mixed with an absolutely contemporary possession with all that is still essential about the last great flesh ritual of a true American Rockandroll experience. The driving force and magnetic ability of BLUES BASTARD is that they delve mercilessly into what so many modern rock outfits have forgotten, the black art of charismatically intuitive live performance. They are ordained by a thunderous homage of classical rock influence, truly born to rip, studying at the hard-fought altar of such bands as AC/DC, THE MISFITS, THE HIVES, THE DATSUNS and THE DOORS. They mix the mysogenistically devious.....

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Hailing from the antique whaling-port city of New Bedford, MA, revelatory rock outfit BLUES BASTARD are a hard working, unpredictably unhinged Rockandroll riff riot of authentically vintage proportions. They are a feral, uncultured Neo-garage vagabond throwback, featuring a studiously concentrated cross-pollination of dizzying sonic influence and spontaneously explosive social anarchy mixed with an absolutely contemporary possession with all that is still essential about the last great flesh ritual of a true American Rockandroll experience. The driving force and magnetic ability of BLUES BASTARD is that they delve mercilessly into what so many modern rock outfits have forgotten, the black art of charismatically intuitive live performance. They are ordained by a thunderous homage of classical rock influence, truly born to rip, studying at the hard-fought altar of such bands as AC/DC, THE MISFITS, THE HIVES, THE DATSUNS and THE DOORS. They mix the mysogenistically devious vacuum of birthright Punk, the threateningly vicious pulse of unrelenting stage presence and the mythic posturing and philosophical avoidance of a dark medium revered by so many and mastered by so few. BLUES BASTARD features the fiercely defined, perverse nuance and staccato thump of Wayne Stash on drums, the bluesy riff-thief scratch wail of Vint Victrola on the axe, the rhythmic and tempered weaving low end thrust of Robby Leaver on the bass, the hypnotic Leslie cabinet divinity of Jackson Grams on the keys