Banderas

Detail: Everybody knows at least one shitty dude. That guy with the startling disregard for his own safety, well-being and reputation who always gets invited to the party even though he is guaranteed to offend. Banderas is comprised of 100 percent shitty dudes.

It's a lifestyle that extends beyond the band and permeates their Clifton home, where most of the members reside with a revolving cast of housemates and squatters. They are living the dream of Rock & Roll excess, even if they don't yet have the fame and fortune to back it up. They do, however, have the pictures, videos, scars, arrest records and a "for sale" sign in the neighbor's yard.

The band's goal is to create something unlike anything they (or anyone) had done before. It's not an easily describable style, but it is distinctive. It's relentlessly heavy, but not Metal or even Hardcore. It's borderline experimental, but closer to the Dead Boys' volatility, sometimes sounding like a dark, sleazy, Stoner version of Rye Coalition.