Burn In Hell
have wreaked havoc
throughout Australia in the last two years, sating an abundant appetite
for their sensual
,
grinding rhythms and gravelly vocals. Pirate music it ain’t,
though some timbers are shivered and sails are hoisted,
a
more apt portrayal may be a stygian primordial belch, the type of music
the devil would relish had he a lust for dance,
a
lyrical ear, a penchant for sardonic wit and a drum beat his minions
would weep for. Think swampy cabaret with a gypsy
attitude,
dirty gutbucket blues and call and respond field hollers. Then think
again…
Burn in
Hell are a maelstrom of guitar, piano and drums with the occasional
guest playing saw,
toy
xylophone, beer keg, didjerreedoo, metal ironing board and anything
that makes noise.
This is
junkyard music sung by junkyard dogs, carny music for bearded women and
two-headed men,
the
cabaret of the damned and the swamp music of the stranded and
abandoned. These rollicking barrelhouse rhythms
lead
you nowhere close to everywhere and somewhere close to nowhere.
©2011
burninhell
