The heart and voice of the CatTastrophy. Harry started as a back-alley songwriter with a busted up acoustic guitar and a notebook full of scars. Quiet, thoughtful and wired for melody, he doesn't chase fame — it chases him. On stage, he's the voice and the words, raw and real.
The rhythm and soul of the band. Cool, centered and dangerously smooth, Milkshake blends groove with calm focus. He's the balance behind the chaos — the one who keeps the band grounded when the amps are screaming.
The fire. Reggie’s playing is all claws and lightning, ripping solos that sound like they're tearing open the sky. Loud, confident, and impossible to ignore, he used to fight anyone who questioned his tone — now he just melts faces instead.
Wild paws, precision beats. Teddy's drumming is explosive, unpredictable, and pure energy. Part mad scientist, part party animal — he hits like a thunderstorm and grins like he caused it.
The wildcard. Poto brings texture, atmosphere, and a mind that's always a step sideways. Whether it's a layered chord, a dreamy synth, or a strange guitar tone, he adds the color no one else thought of.