Angol
Forty-one people. A Tuesday night in Knoxville. One silk skirt caught in one guitar strap.
Nobody in the band said a word for ninety minutes, and by breakfast the video had four million views.
Overnight, Basterd File goes from a garage band with one album and 211 sales to the hottest act in America, and the fame comes with complications. The A&R man they keep turning down has only one name. The lead singer would give anything for one, and keeps trying them out with tragic results. The keyboard player is a runaway with a bourbon snob's palate and a family that wants her back. The bassist won't take off his cowboy hat, no matter who it attracts. And one groupie in every city is named Jill, which nobody can explain.
Then there are the drummers. Onions. Courage Tonic. A forty-four-foot scarf. A slot-machine jackpot. Gas-station sushi. Thirty-eight smuggled abalone. Every city, a new drummer. Every chapter, a new disaster.
From the Rusty Spigot to the Ryman, through roach motels, five-star suites, union loading docks, and an army of fans in cat costumes and burlap sacks, Basterd File is about to learn what it costs to stay independent, and how far one bad decision can carry a band.
A dark comedy soap opera on wheels, for anyone who's ever loved a band, lived in a van, or lost a drummer.
