Real Southern Horror, Adelaide/Glenelg

 

Heavier than metal, deeper than soul and dirtier than Ol’ Dirty Bastard, the boys of Gay Paris will be taking their swamp stompin’, shack burnin’, hip rattlin’ and bone breaking show on the road this Autumn, starting with The Crown & Anchor in Adelaide and The Jetty Bar in Glenelg.

What? You need to know more than that this instant house party is coming to your town? Damn, you’re a nosey lot, but lucky for you, there is a lot to tell.

Over the last year the gents (Ok, we’re going to take that under advisement, but trust us when we tell you that these dudes are not gentlemen, however nice their shoes and waistcoats are) have battled fire in Melbourne, floods in Brisbane and crushing hordes of fans in Sydney. Sound like a lie? Well, it’s their story, so take it up with them. When the foursome haven’t been occupied with decency stripping live shows, the guys have recorded an album with first single My First Wife? She Was A Fox Queen to be released in the near future along with a filmclip that may be just a tad too adult for mass market consumption (so make sure that you check it out).

Gay Paris. Doing it to you.

What this means:

Coerce, Gay Paris & The Burning Sea play The Crown & Anchor on Friday April 23

Gay Paris & Diesel Witch play The Jetty Bar on Saturday April 24

FACE!

Our Clip Had Better Be At Least This Good

Two or my favourite lyricists together at last, Aesop Rock and John Darnielle.

I wish they would buy me some coffee and we could write a William Burroughs styled novel of vignettes that run in no real sequence. Obviously the work will feature heavily on the wolf, spooks and Hashem front.

WH

Film Clip

IMG_0158, originally uploaded by Gay Paris.

Yeah, these things are thirsty work, so we sent Smokin’ D to get us another bottle and some cheese.
Clip is being edited now.
Album is being mixed now.
Another filmclip is being put together now ( I know little of this because it is being made using some kinda technomancy wherein still images are made to appear as if they were in motion).
YWHW have mercy, let the production side of things end and get me back on the road where I belong.
WH

Picture 332 (Small)

Picture 332 (Small), originally uploaded by Gay Paris.

Dirt naps ain’t no thang to do in public, WH! Luckily on minor dental damage was sustained.

Gay Paris at FasterLouder.com.au

Gay Paris at FasterLouder.com.au.

Black Cherry – Photos, Sucker!

http://www.slide.com/r/KwMlFH4I6z9b9TORRiPZb1Sh3EruvdT5

Percentages From The Boudoir

Grilled Cheese?

So, I was communicating with a young lady who we shall just call JB for the sake of her privacy. She has conducted some research that brings great joy to my already excited loins.

78% of women ‘get wet like niagara falls’ over a healthy beard growth.

68% find a shiny dome to be attractive.

Everyone agrees that tight pants are fantastic.

Thanks, JB.

Much love

WH

The Many Moods Of Ms KL Conroy

Yo, after reading Kimba’s profile, I decided that she needed more recognition. Here are some pictures of our darling merch girl in all of her whorish glory.

Appreciate.

Raw and Wet, Dirty and Cold

So I was sleeping the other night and I was a glass robot full of steam but I had a lizard tail, coursing with cold blood and huge tiger claws and obviously, a hot wolf soul floating somewhere between humanism and animism. Smokin’ D said to me, ‘Hey, WH, what is it with you and Slim being all, oh drugs, we remember you?’ I said, face, Hot Dick, face.

There are many reasons for the way we have been acting of late and let me assure you that it isn’t drug related. Seeing Monotonix a few weeks back has confirmed for me what I have been pushing all along; being strange and hideous becomes attractive at some point, even if only to the person being strange and hideous. It was great to see another band really taking hold of the world and cramming their figurative and literal crotch into it, again and again and again. Sleep isn’t really an option of  late and that may well have something to do with the way that I’m up all hours, yelling at the bats outside and chasing down wild rats to gamble with. There has also been the whole undead thing which I really can’t get into but for those that are in the know, help a man out, bring me some kind of blessed switch blade and a jug of sacramental wine. Two fifths of gin with holy water on ice would also be cool.

We have Black Cherry this Saturday night, with those sweet beefcakes, The Rumjacks and a whole bevvy of beautiful bands and burlesque bastards. Get down to the Factory Theatre if you can make it to Sydney town for the evening. You can’t stay at my place, but I would be quite happy to spend the night in the gutter with anyone who needs a place to crash.

Work on the album continues. More news on this, March 27.

Much Love

WH