More dates will be announced very very soon. 

Yes, you are reading this correctly, dear purveyors of awesome. Your beloved bastards of rock, our most persevering of rock and roll pundits shall hit the road once more. 

In the coming weeks, months, and years, monuments shall be erected in honor of the great and exemplary rock and roll hi jinx proudly being set on display across these great United States by the bold and noble kings of Swamp Rock, Confused Little Girl. Viewers and attendees will be wowed, awed, and shocked by the purity with which the band showcases forms of talent thus far unseen by the world. There will be blood. Beer battered and deep fried with wonderful infusions of forceful, loud, and invasive gospel according to our forefathers of rock. Yes, even the greats like Lemmy, Keef, Slash, and Page will bow their heads in acknowledgement of this display of true Rock and Roll. 

All others that have come before and all those that attempt after shall be looked upon as Humbugs. Hoax in comparison. Their efforts to dilute and distill the excellence that the world shall come to witness shall be folly, and the world will judge unfavorably their poor excuses of music. 

For many years we have all suffered unfairly, being forced to submit our ear drums and eyeballs to the bland and mediocre. We have martyred the malign and vanilla and held them on platforms to be presented as idols. NO MORE FALSE GODS OF ROCK! No longer shall anyone be forced to starve their creative ideals. Confused Little Girl’s upcoming months long WE LOOK LIKE WINNERS tour will exclusively define the way Rock music and Rock bands are viewed, shaped, and respected for generations to come. Churches shall be built, shrines shall be bronzed and polished, and cults will coordinate their mass suicides with the release dates of Confused Little Girl’s future album release dates. 

This shall be a truly grand outing, and fortune has smiled upon you to be present at the birthing of the next step in musical evolution. 

There will be some that we’ll be announcing soon. We’re going to be on the road for a long time and we’re very very excited about that fact. We’re working out lots of details and lots of shows as we speak and it’s shaping up to be one hell of a year for us. 

In case you weren’t aware, we’re playing Heavy Rebel Weekender again this year! Saturday, July 7 at 5:30pm at the Underground. We’re debating making a Red Fang style shield out of PBR boxes to defend ourselves against the onslaught of PBR cans we’re expecting to be thrown at us, Captain America style. 

We had an extremely great time at the haven rocking for blood. Thank you to everyone who was there with us having a good time. Thank you to everyone who was there with us not having a good time. We have some more shows coming up rather soon. They will be awesome. You will be there.

Basically, we’re going to go back to Orange cabs (4x12s and 2x12s) so we want to sell our custom 6x12 cabs but we’d like to keep the speakers.

The tolex on both cabs is in fairly rough shape and I will provide more detailed pictures to anyone interested, but the grillecloth is near-mint (if not dead mint) on all 3 cabs.

One is in white “orange-style” tolex, with cane grille built to Orange cab dimensions, only bigger.  On casters.  Looks like this, only more road-worn:

One is in black “mesa-style” tolex, with cane grille built to Orange cab dimensions, only bigger.  On casters.  Looks like this, only more road-worn:

Those are the Aftershock cabs.

We also have a sourmash-made Marshall-style 6x12 with a slanted baffle and salt and pepper grillecloth.  This cab is the least worn of the 3 by a mile as it has never been on tour.  Has casters.

Looks like this:

It does not currently have the marshall logo.

Located in Central Florida, willing to travel to meet up, willing to ship but ENTIRELY at the buyer’s expense (which will be significant.  Not really worth shipping these, folks).

Asking $300 firm for the Aftershock cabs unloaded which is a steal

Asking $250 for the Sourmash.

Willing to listen to offers for loaded cabs, but would MUCH prefer to sell unloaded.

(white cab would be loaded with WGS green berets/reapers, black cab would be loaded with WGS et65/vet30s, Sourmash cab will not be sold loaded.  Willing to accept offers in the ballpark of $800 for loaded cabs).

The fair is awesome. Sweet fair rides, sweet games, but most importantly the food is the best food in the world. Fried Twinkies, BBQ sammiches, Funnel cakes & fry bread, Deep fried Oreos, meats on sticks, Candied and Caramel’d apples….Holy shit…

If you don’t love the fair you probably deserve to die for something. Just thought you people should know. 

We’re going to be doing some writing together and possibly some demos of some new tunes in the next few weeks. One of them involves just vocals and a six string banjo. Yes you did read that right. Not a whole lot to update other than that. Keep up the good work you say? No problem. We definitely will.

Here are lyrics to a new song that we’re working on. Hopefully at some point before the end of the year we’ll have it recorded and you will all be able to hear it. 

Well, you’re God damn right tomorrow there’ll be hell to pay. 

One foot’s in the grave, anyway

Knocking on heaven’s door and hiding in the bushes

Jesus saves but the Devil doesn’t stutter

Satan don’t sing no love songs

My baby loves rock and roll

Misery, she needs company

And I am her CEO

I’ve murdered half a dozen kids for a good time

Made the fat lady sing in tongues

I’d sell out for a dollar and a donut

I’d kill my momma and yours

We’re working on new material. We’re writing new songs and I personally am wrecking my brain in a heated struggle to achieve some sort of emotional prowess. If you’ve heard our songs, then you are aware that our lyrics tend to favor stories and tales rather than poignancy and emotional merit. I feel like it’s time we shared a bit more of the internal monologue with you. 

I’m going to take a few seconds to discuss something that some of you may understand and some of you probably couldn’t care less about. Confused Little Girl is, in the eyes of many, some sort of barn burner, drunk and tumble, apocalypse wow rough around the edges heavy band. 

We’ve never seen ourselves as a Stoner/Doom band or even the slightest bit of a metal band even though we constantly get lumped into those scenes. There is a whole lot of love and respect for those bands and that music and it’s in our hearts for   certain, but Confused Little Girl is unashamedly none of those things. We’re just a simple rock band and we’ve always walked a dental-floss thin line to balance between that and pop music. 

The power of the hook often compels us, and we eagerly rise to the challenge of vomiting pea soup into it’s cross-eyed and blissfully ignorant face. We write songs like  Ink to Paper and do acoustic jams, covers of great pop songs, and we do so just as purely and from the bottoms of our heart as we do scream about murder and satanism. 

And I’m tired of all the weird looks, judgement and people questioning our motives. That’s a part of who we are, and it’s not a bad thing. If you don’t get that they come from the same place or that it’s all rooted in who we are, then fuck you. Walk on to another Amphetamine Reptile tribute band and suck their proverbial dicks because they do nothing but scream at you for 45 minutes. We’ll still be here when you grow up. 

So we’ve been relatively silent for a nanosecond or 8. We’ve been huddled under a rock letting our tails uncurl from between our legs trying to come up with ways to try and do better by you guys. 

We’ve had a whole heaping, steam and corn filled pile of shit flung at us as if there was a horde of monkeys on parade following our every evasive step. SERPENTINE! Swing to the right! Quickly, duck through this alley and camouflage yourself against that bush! Alas, none of our steps, no matter how clever or quick have gotten us anywhere except bereft of a shower to wash the stink of shit and disappointment off our persons. 

Due to a handful of those quarterback precision throwing monkeys, we were forced to cancel our last tour, which would’ve just brought us back home had we embarked on the journey. We will return to the road, ultimately. It’s our home and where we feel like we truly can deliver to anyone willing to listen the true gospel of what great American Southern rock and roll is all about.

For now, we’re patiently sitting at home trying to evolve. We’re working to plan for the future with better touring strategies, working with new business associates to help make those touring strategies possible. We’re in the early planning stages of what will hopefully end up being a new album. When we finally do climb out from under our rock and step boldly onto the soil to rock the earth like Kane but with guitars, it’s going to show that we stayed home for a reason. 

In the meantime, there’s going to be daily updates to this website and weekly newsletters, so if you’re not on the mailing list you should probably join. We miss you all very much and we’ll be seeing you sooner than you think. Also, check the tour dates because we’ve got some shows coming up. Not near as many as we’d like but if you can catch a show it’ll be worth it. 

So we’ve just completed Day 5 of the Bringing Home the Burning Tour. We’re out til Dec 15. All of the shows have been incredible and we are so thankful for everyone who’s been showing us so much love this year. You’ve really helped us push through everything and keep working as hard as we can to entertain you as best as we can. 

We’re going to be in Maryland at Krug’s in Frederick on Thanksgiving. Please come out and help us show you how thankful we are for YOU. Please check the tour dates here at www.bastardsofrock.com for details and info regarding all our upcoming shows. 

So today our album, Southern Gentlemen, officially became available in stores and online WORLD WIDE through Rotten Records. We just wanted to take a quick minute and say how grateful we are for that. This is the beginning of a MAJOR change in our lives and is something that we never thought would or could actually become a reality. So thank you to all who’ve supported us and helped us create this little world for ourselves, especially girlfriends and wives both current and old who’ve carried burdens no woman should have to. 

Thank you to Rotten Records for taking a chance on us.

If you’ve already purchased your copy of the album, we cannot begin to thank you enough. If you haven’t yet, please, do us both a favor and treat yourself to the whimsical power of rock and roll that is Southern Gentlemen.