ratbastard

From day one, ratbastard exalted an ominous mission statement that detailed a clear and concise list of objectives that had to address some particulars of the promotional materials peddled by their contemporaries (rightfully compelled in doing so, being dually appointed, self- righteous criticizers). Being keenly aware that shopping a demo was key to landing a lengthy tenure of shitty weekday gigs, and driven by nothing more than being paid in the wee hours with a bar tab being called even, their comprehensive, state of the art micro-scrutinizing protocol detailed an obnoxious celebration run a muck, defiling any and all First Amendment principals with rabid, parading obscenities, and completely void of any recognizable moral Christian inclination. The findings of their in-depth, scholarly research and development concluded that the first demo should be nothing less than a trade of divine compromises. This exchange of goods and commodities would usher in an era that would become forever known as the Harris County Tour 96. 1997 saw more comfortable, recognized bookings. That year graced us with the honor of opening for the likes of iconic Houston goddesses, Manhole, notable Chapel Hill, North Carolina rockabilly legends Flat Duo Jets, and Suicide Kings (NY).