The name may have changed, but the accolades laid at the feet of Hell at Night still apply to Sangre Degrado, "for what they do really fucking well: synthesize a lifetime spent listening (I'm imagining here) to U2, and then to grunge, and then to the Pixies, and on to the White Stripes, Interpol and the Arcade Fire into a crude, raw cyst of noise and pop and screams thats more developed and different and worthy of praise than much of what the ironic-band-T-shirt-wearing community routinely churns out." (from The OC Weekly)

Sangre Degrado began when twin brothers Dan and Nart Chejoka sent demos of their first few songs as Hell at Night around to friends. One of those friends, former Lidsville frontman Greg Johnson, secretly added bass guitar and backing vocals to the tracks, and the resulting sound was so good that Johnson quickly became a full-fleged member.

After re-recording the duo's Battle of the Spirit EP, the now-trio began work on the full length follow-up. Finding themselves constrained by the distance between them--Nart and Dan hail from Huntington Beach, while Greg is in Chico, CA--and the confines of bass, guitar and drums, Dan moved up to Chico for six months so he and Greg could flesh out the sound. The result stretched far beyond the original idea of Hell at Night that the guys agreed The Nerve of That Ending marked a rebirth for the band, and christened themselves Sangre Degrado.