Three mechanics, one garage

The K-Members are not your average psychobilly band.

Their songs celebrate everything that smells like gasoline, burnt rubber, welding sparks, engine oil and late nights in the workshop. Forget haunted houses and graveyards. These maniacs tell stories about seized bolts, stubborn V8s, rusty wrecks, broken tools, carburetors, burnout sessions and the never-ending love-hate relationship between mechanics and old machines.

Every song is packed with tongue-in-cheek humor, greasy guitar riffs, slapping bass and a healthy dose of hot rod attitude. Fueled by classic psychobilly, rockabilly, punk rock and vintage American car culture, they deliver fast, loud and dirty songs made for gearheads, grease monkeys and everyone who would rather spend a Saturday under the hood than on the couch.

The Story

Like many legends, the story of The K-Members started in a garage.

Back in the day, Hellvis was rebuilding an old Chevy engine that probably should have been sent to the scrapyard years ago. Across the street, Ricky Rott was making far too much noise with a beat-up guitar and an amplifier held together with duct tape and pure determination.

One evening, when both were supposed to be fixing cars, they ended up talking about old rockabilly records, hot rods and the fact that modern music had become far too clean and polished. A few beers later, the first jam session was born.

The noise attracted Bill Boney, a local upright bass player whose daily routine consisted of rescuing forgotten cars and collecting obscure rock'n'roll records. Bill brought the missing ingredient: a slapping bass powerful enough to wake the dead and shake loose every rusty bolt within a five-mile radius.

Soon the three spent more time making music than repairing engines. Their garage became a headquarters filled with old car parts, broken amplifiers, tools, engine blocks and empty coffee cups. Songs came together between welding sessions, oil changes and heated discussions about carburetors.

Then one stormy night everything changed.

While loading equipment after a gig, they spotted an old black hearse parked behind a roadside diner. Leaning against it was a mysterious woman with jet-black hair, vintage tattoos and a voice that sounded like a haunted jukebox from another dimension.

She introduced herself simply as Ghost Minx.

Nobody knew where she came from. Some claimed she had fronted forgotten rockabilly bands in distant states. Others insisted she appeared whenever an engine roared to life after being declared dead. Ghost Minx joined a rehearsal the following week and never really left.

With her haunting vocals, wild stage presence and undeniable attitude, the chemistry was immediate. Suddenly the sound of The K-Members was complete.

Since then, Hellvis, Ricky Rott, Bill Boney and Ghost Minx have been bringing their own brand of grease-soaked psychobilly wherever they go: a roaring cocktail of hot rods, horror humor, loud guitars and stories straight from the workshop floor.

The Mission

The K-Members don't sing about vampires.

They sing about busted transmissions.

They don't worship monsters.

They worship V8 engines.

And when the world gets too serious, they simply turn up the amplifier, light a welding torch and play one more song.

Welcome to the garage. Welcome to The K-Members. Four gearheads. One haunted garage. Endless psychobilly mayhem.