Will Reynolds | Guitar, Vocals
Cameron Wren | Lead Guitar, Vocals
Marty Chronister | Drums, Vocals
Mike Sellman | Bass, Vocals
The time: October 2014. The persons: Billy King and Bad Cammy. The place: a shitty industrial park in North Austin. Billy and Bad Cammy start a new job together in said industrial park. Soon enough they discovered a mutual passion for music. These two got together and began writing tunes from the couch of Billy King.
Eventually, playing on the couch got old, the volume needed to be turned up, and a drummer needed to be found. Billy and Bad Cammy persevered writing and jamming before finding...drumroll...Bad Marty. Bad Marty plays drums. Bad Marty plays drums good with Billy and Bad Cammy. Bad Marty joins Billy King and Bad Cammy to make rock n roll.
Early 2017: the trio bringeth their brand of loud to a house show. Psych rock came in hot with a right hook, surf rock roared in with the left, and hell landed one right on the kisser. The house collapsed after their set due to comprised integrity of the foundation. Only reported injuries - melted faces and tinnitus for those lucky enough to be in the first row of the audience. People wanted more. More is what the three wise men gave the people over the next year and a half.
The need for thunder in Billy’s Bad gumbo of sound was glaring. Billy and his Bad buds needed a third Bad and fourth bud. Someone to groove with, someone to give Bad Cammy kissy faces when he does guitar soloing good. Someone who looks bad (good), someone who plays really really bad (good), someone who brings a spice to the Bad gumbo. Perhaps...funk spice?
Enter Bad Mike. Thunderous, uproarious, and most of all, victorious. Bad Mike came into the gumbo and his funk spice made the gumbo a triple Bad threat.
The saga of Billy King & The Bad Bad Bad continues on to this day. The fellas invite you all to be a part of a sentence or something. So come to a show.