Guitar, bass & drums - the holy trinity of rock ‘n’roll.
Or at least that's what they say. Basement Saints doesn't give two shits and instead of a bassist, they show up with an original Hammond organ and two fuckin’ Leslies! In fact, their whole show seems to be straight out of the wild 70s. It immediately makes you want to hop on a chopper without a helmet, smoke unfiltered cigarettes, and caress unshaven women.The influence of 70s rock ‘n’roll and southern rock is neither deniable nor overlooked.
After 13 years of boozy nights, broken strings, and barrels of hair conditioner, their passion for fiery riffs and stomping grooves remains unbroken.Their concerts leave you with hard nipples, a thunderous pounding in your skull,and naked melancholy of why you were born so late
