“You put this album on knowing that Bastardane are unorthodox unafraid and unrepentant for anything they do, yet you wonder whether the hubris of their youth will have wilted under the weight of expectation...

…will this new Bastardane album reveal neater hair and cleaner clothes? Has all the traveling in a van from shithole to shithole convinced them that they should shower more and maybe ‘mature’ in that way that people say when they mean ‘become safer?’ Would the album have a couple of choruses more like Aha instead of ‘wooaarrrgghhh?’

Yeah yeah, of course this is a little exaggerated, because you sort of know it cannot quite be like that simply the people involved are one degree north of greasy, wise-ass degeneracy, but still, you wonder whether they’ve had even a sniff of that rock’n’roll Kool Aid which can tear you from your own soul. However, as you listen to this new album unfold, you realize that far from metaphorically polishing their own creative tables and sanitizing their own conceptual approach, Bastardane are filthier-than-ever voyagers who CONTINUE to see what’s at the end of that storm, where the chop and tussle of turbulence will take them, and who continue to ignore a conventional turn when a wicked twisted pathway beckons them…”

-Steffan Chirazi