Our Story

The year is 2008. Your mom just dropped you off in her minivan at The Boardwalk in Orangevale to see your favorite emo band play. Somewhere in the midst of screaming lyrics about teenage heartbreak, you lock eyes with a tatted girl with purple dyed hair. You think she could be the one. She's repping trashed Vans and skin tight black jeans. The crowd's too dense to push through, so you find her on Myspace after the show. Her Top 8 is filled with guys and girls who look just like her. Actually, everyone in Sacramento looks just like her. They're all SacNasty™.

Over a decade later, Sacramento has evolved, but the people in the city are all products of those sweaty nights at The Underground, Club Retro, and Ace of Spade. Whether it's the dude bartending in janky Midtown with tattered jorts or bougee bitches at a coffee shop in Roseville, we all want to keep that grungy SacNasty™ culture alive.

Let's all do our part to keep SacNasty™