Dan – Guitar / Vocals

Dan’s the kind of guitar player your mama warned you about—and your daddy probably drank with. As the outlaw founder of The Dirty Martinis, he straps on his Gretsch like a six-shooter and unloads every lick like he’s breaking the law in three states. His tone’s soaked in motor oil, bad luck, and barroom smoke—dirty as a back-alley brawl and twice as loud.  He ain’t here for solos. He’s here for revenge in the form of snarling riffs and divebomb bends that shake the bottle off your table. The Dirty Martinis bring the fire, Dan brings the gasoline.

Hank – Stand-Up Bass / Vocals

Hank doesn’t play the upright bass—he beats it into submission. Wild-eyed and grinning like he just broke parole, Hank slaps that big ol’ doghouse like it owes him money. He spins it, rides it, throws it around like a dance partner that can’t keep up. The bottom end of The Dirty Martinis has never sounded this dangerous—or this damn fun. It’s not rhythm. It’s a bar fight with strings.

Chad – Drums / Vocals

Chad hits the drums like they owe him rent—and he’s not asking twice. As the relentless engine behind The Dirty Martinis, he drives every song with the precision of a mechanic and the fury of a man on the run. From train-beat shuffles to full-throttle breakdowns, Chad keeps the band locked in tight and the room shaking. No triggers. No gimmicks. Just sticks, sweat, and pure rhythm violence. When Chad's behind the kit, you're either moving... or you're in the way.