A mainstay of the Gothic Country scene, Those Poor Bastards sum themselves up pretty well:
Those Poor Bastards play miserable and primitive old-time gothic country music. Lonesome Wyatt (guitar, vocals) and The Minister (banjo, bass, etc.) are both legally certified holiness preachers.
If you’re looking for slick, over-produced, commercial songs, you’d better cover your delicate little ears. Those Poor Bastards play it raw and they play it mean. Be a pal and support independent anti-corporate country music.
THOSE POOR BASTARDS ARE
Lonesome Wyatt – Vocals, Guitar
The Minister – Banjo, Bass, Percussion, Backing Vocal (Studio recordings)
Vincent Presley – Drums, Moog (Live shows)
Lonesome Wyatt, the main singer, is enormously prolific, equally well known for playing with his other outfit Lonesome Wyatt And The Holy Spooks, his music output is enormous. The Minister, on the other hand, doesn’t want to appear in public or even show his face. For this reason he wears a burqa-curtain like mask. As far as i can tell, he doesn’t perform live. Vincent Presley fills out the duo for Poor Bastard Live Shows.
Much of the Gothic Country genre is raw, often with some swathe of ugliness swirling around the moody, stripped down down home, backhills americana. It’s a key part of the genre. Often the vocals scratch or rub against the grain of pleasantness. Within this odd palette , Lonesome Wyatt teases out an enormous range of direct, southern darkness.
“Rather than commit itself entirely to the time in which we presently live, their sound finds itself treading through the stinking gutter of a Depression era alleyway, only to sit amongst other lost souls, all of them sitting around a mighty fire burning in the guts of a metal waste container. They proceed to pick up guitars, banjos, fiddles, buckets for percussion, and various other instruments, some homemade, some not, and play song after song as if their very lives depended upon it. And throughout the night it evolves into a sound as dark as a winter night, as sharp as a rattler’s fang, as vicious as a meth lab guard dog, as bizarre as a pack of sideshow carnies, and as full of fire and brimstone as an evangelical preacher of the South’s sweaty Bible Belt.” – No Depression