The Bastard Children
| A Bastard Children show feels like a crowded party in a big old house. The songs are like different rooms down a dark hallway with creaking floors and heaving walls. It�s the wheeze of the accordion, the spilt blood of a dirty harmonica, the tearing of guitars and the scrape of the mandolins, banjos and more. The multi-instrumental offspring of junkyard folk, old-world gypsy, ragged celtic & dirty blues. The Bastard Children are visceral, its unpretentious, and it�s bloody fun. |
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