Broke Dick Bender

Quit staring at us you perverts

It doesn't matter how old we get, you can still go f**k yourself.

Gutter Skunt

and like 30 other rotating members.

Back in 2013, the Twin Ports were a rancid cesspool of dock rot and broken hopes when four degenerate psychos erupted from the filth to forge Gutter Skunt—a name so vile it stuck like cm on a bar rag. These weren’t your cookie-cutter punks; they were a howling, unhinged s**tstorm—growling about failed f**ks, bruised fists, and gutter despair. Their early gigs at Round Up Bar and R.T. Quinlinn’s were apocalyptic: frontman Pile of S**t gargling rotgut and spewing it mid-scream, guitarist Cuddles shredding ‘til his strings bled, bassist The Beast slapping the low end like a leather-clad demon, and the drummer—well, a revolving Spinal Tap-style lineup of lunatics who’d explode, choke to death on their own vomit, or just vanish mid-set, leaving kits in splinters. By 2014, the Twin Ports were half-deaf and foaming for more.
In 2014, they shat out their self-titled EP, Gutter Skunt—a snotty, lo-fi gut-punch that sold out on piss-stained bar floors faster than a junkie’s stash. Their shows were a chaotic clusterf**k of sweat and spite. Then, in 2016, Sexually Frustrated and Utterly Homicidal dropped—a snarling, balls-out beast of riffs, lyrics dripping with pent-up lust and murder vibes, and breakdowns that’d peel the skin off a stripper pole. The Twin Ports swallowed it whole, crowning Gutter Skunt the filthiest royalty around.
Come early 2025, after Pile of S**t’s c**k took a beating in a backstage scrap involving a busted bottle and a rabid groupie’s claws, they shed the old name. Broke Dick Bender was born—a title so brutal it fit like a spiked jockstrap. But they didn’t stop there. They swelled the ranks with three more freaks: a cowbell-clanging psycho, a tambourine-thrashing nutcase, and some as***le banging a rusty triangle—turning the band into a punk rock Partridge Family on a bender. Now, Pile of S**t’s guttural roars lead the charge, Cuddles’ axe wails like a banshee getting railed, The Beast’s bass thumps like a dirty heartbeat, the ever-switching drummers smash s**t to dust, and the new trio clatters along like a junkyard o**y. Since 2013, Broke Dick Bender’s been the Twin Ports’ sonic plague—too loud, too crude, and too f**king legendary to tame.

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Gutter Skunt has finally hit old age.