
One of the bands of all time.
Bastardane gives you music.
From left to right:
Castor Hetfield (drums/vocals), Ethan Sirotzki (guitar), Luca Badan (bass/vocals)
The world needs wild, scruffy, unwashed youths who don’t care about bullshit. Youths who want nothing more than to throw themselves and their gear into a transit van and survive the roadways of America, huffing from gig to gig with nary much more than a pot to piss in, one bar of Irish Spring between them, and a stack of ramen to bridge the hunger gap between gig sandwiches.
Most importantly, the world needs these youths to make music that is weighted in lead whilst carrying a cracking riff, propelled by feral sledgehammer drums, an overall Sabbath-meets-COC air, and a total disregard for convention within that framework. The world (that includes you) needs Bastardane.
Founded in the basements of the sludgy, punk and psych-metal scene of Savannah, Georgia and relocated to Los Angeles, California, Bastardane is a three-piece group of noise-makers that bring a new air of ruckus.
Praised for their intense, unapologetic live performances, Bastardane makes the kind of music that they want to make because they want to make it.
The band has performed over 150 shows across 95 cities throughout the United States and Canada
Bastardane’s most recent album, Catatonic Symphony, was released May 31, 2024
“[The song] ‘Catatonic Symphony’ with its dreamy etherealism taking an angry launch into furious, stacked fire. ‘Grand Slam’ starts by heaving with slow, majestic weight and heft, before the hammers get furiously hurled, ‘The New Sanity’ is a tripping vortex of Bastardane through a kaleidoscope before it moves into the deep south and takes residence, while ‘Slow Decay’ carries a sweaty, heaving riff train through some dank swamp waters. As for ‘Lose My Brain’ oh how sweet a sub-Sabbath stomp it is, and ‘You Know That You Die’ is this band’s autobiography, their seething, bristling, chopped and savagely fucked up twinkle-toed dance into scary places and spaces.”
- Steffan Chirazi