the d i s t i l l e r s bios
according to epitaph.com and thedistillers.com

Recent Bio from Official Distillers Website The Distillers are purely, a punk band. It’s that simple. The new album Coral Fang is the culmination of the perfect chemistry between four top notch musicians who hate each other. The band was founded by Brody Dalle, an Australian native who washed up on an L.A. beach at 17. She soon turned her culture shock and angst into music that screamed the truth. The Distillers’ first record, simply titled The Distillers, is a hardcore portrayal of all-girl gang fight. It gives a shout-out to many of the band’s early influences. Their sound developed further with their next album Sing Sing Death House, as did their line up. Drummer Andy Granelli, former semi-professional wrestler and drummer for The Nerve Agents was asked to beat the skins, and bass player Ryan Sinn, (who hates ice cream and pussy rock, but really digs pumpkins and Johnny Cash) joined the band. Now the stage was set. The Distillers worked the road hard, touring as a power three piece for a solid year before the final piece of the puzzle fell into place. The band asked lackey Tony “Bichon” Bradley to play guitar and lip sync for the now complete line up of The Distillers. It is time to hit the ground running and let the world know who The Distillers are and their plans for taking over the world. The new Distillers album Coral Fang is the first part of their master plan. “Our music has matured on this album… though we haven’t, we’re still a punk band, we still play punk music, and we still hate you,” says Brody. Introduced on this summers’ Lollapalooza tour as hailing from “the city of assholes,” they road tested the new material on the kids, and the little fuckers loved it. “I fucking loved it,” said more than one of those little fuckers after the Lolla shows – “I can’t wait for the new record.” And now it’s here………… The new Distillers record will hit the streets like a school bus crash on October 14th. So rush out and get your copy of Coral Fang - and don’t steal it off the internet you little assholes. Old Bio from Official Epitaph Records Website What made Evel Knievel so rad is not only that he could jump high and far, but lacked no shortage of class. He took a beatings with a smile; an indestructible, stylish, and fearless motherfucker. Without a doubt, THE DISTILLERS' first, self-titled foray into the world of music, they jumped over trash heap lyrics and broken windshield clichés littering the punk landscape and landed with authority. Greatness and expansion are rarely based on repetition. Not content to land the same trick over and over again, what THE DISTILLERS set off to clear on their second full-length, Sing Sing Death House, has been set on fire. The musical distance has been increased. Steering the ship with gritty, slur-phrased screams from the gutter and searing guitar is twenty-two-year-old Australian, Brody. Bolt that on to the fact you can almost see the lipstick smeared outside the lines from Rose's sneering, lurching rhythm guitar and you've got a recognizable force. Andy, who's pulling double duty skin-destroying drum missions in both THE DISTILLERS and The Nerve Agents (no, not the lethal organo-phosphorus compounds, the hardcore band on Hellcat) adds to the arsenal. Just as Brody found Rose immediately prior to recording the first record, the band found Ryan working at a record store a month before Sing Sing Death House. Unlike the Berlin Wall, Ryan's bass doesn’t crumble, doesn't divide the songs, and just as there's love at first sight, the band opened up and immediately fell in step with the recording process. With Brett Gurewitz (Bad Religion, owner of Epitaph Records) at the mixing helm, produced by THE DISTILLERS and Donnell Cameron (NOFX, Pennywise, 7 Seconds) and recorded at Westbeach, you know the record sounds like a missle's going off from your stereo to directly between your eyes. Musical influences may be the protective skin, but aren't the heart of the matter. Curious to as what THE DISTILLERS sound like? Fuck you core: The Plasmatics, Discharge, Expoited, Bad Religion, Blondie, Germs, Rancid. Better yet, try this on. Walk outside. Look for a yard with a big, nasty dog. Jump the fence. That feeling when the German Shepard sinks its teeth into your nuts or hoo hoo? THE DISTILLERS are the aural equivalent to that attack. Adrenaline charges, blood, fur flying, and a cool scar to show your friends. The beauty of the bruise is that it shows that you're alive and when Brody screams, "Are you ready to be liberated?" be prepared to see how far THE DISTILLERS have taken punk's freedom machine when played right. Freedom, one chord at a time, beating the world back with the right, fierce melody. Welcome the new fireballs. The new daredevils.