Born in the summer of '96/'97 _ the Year of the Hellpig _ Mustang burned their way out of downtown Tasmania as a social experiment.

They got away with a fair bit, others might not look the same for less_ They pissed it up and broke stuff and brought that chaos to writing bangers and looking at each other sucking XXX Ales at `rehearsals' and taking minutes at very important `band meetings'.

Mustang poured petrol on their Tasmanian wasteland before consuming 7.69 million square kilometres of Earth's landmass, where they "dominated" in the only way they knew how: loud, angry and on their own terms, taking hoards of willing partygoers on the journey.

Across three non-studio albums and a spattering of small releases, Mustang built a catalogue defined by beer, speed and stubborn independence.

No gloss. No trend-chasing. No bending over for the man. They rode in, drank what you had, and left heads ringing.

Cut Up Rough (2015)_ was their swansong _ born in a hay barn on the ragged outskirts of Tasmania's home of rock.

Recorded over two sleep-deprived, beer-soaked days, the album was ripped into existence through ad-libbed drum takes, cranked guitars and instinct.

The band quite literally lived in the barn during tracking _ shat in the grass, slept among empty cans, and let the isolation and absurdity bleed straight into cheap microphones.