Drummer Gentleman Smith Gentleman Smith, prior to joining the fold, held bones to skin in a number of San Francisco-based Americana outfits including Jeffrey Luck Lucas, the Heaveners, Faux and Lakeside Rebarb. He was quietly coerced into The Devil's Own through a number of shady back alley dealings that could've, and probably should've, resulted in a number of unsolved murders. But instead said went-downs landed him behind the kit of The Devil's Own. A man of few t-shirts and a grill talent that rivals any Texas BBQ joint, he will let you know what your whiskey tastes like before you even have a chance to say "Dude, what the fuck?"

Lead Guitar Lightnin' Rob By far the most mysterious of the fold. Lightnin' plays guitar like he's been playing longer than he's been alive. A self-appointed "Made Man", Lightnin' swings the blues around with reckless abandon while pressing in the weepiness of that old time sad country. A man of many t-shirts and enviable collector's garb, he drives on fumes and fumes with a drive like a drunk locomotive.

Bassist The Mexicutioner They say that the third time's a charm. We say "Fuck that!" Third time's a harm. When the East Bay's Pappy dissolved, we ushered in and nabbed this bass-mangling mutherfucker before anyone even noticed he was gone. Since then he has proven himself the low-end anchor that thunders and rumbles with a precision usually reserved for snipers and such.

Main Mouth Piss Pissedoffherson The mouthy singabouter, whiteboy rhythm guitarist, word spitter and only original member of the fold, Piss has been dragging The Devil's Own like Lee Press-On fingernails on a chalkboard from its inception, 50 years after Hank Williams took his final bow from this mortal coil. Rumor has it that he has played in a myriad of punk and hardcore bands for the past two decades before finding his home in the field of some sort of Country music. On a steady diet of whiskey, meat, sex and godlessness, he doesn't want to change Country music any, just the way you fucking hear it.