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The Dukes of Bordello

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The Dukes of Bordello

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THE DUKES OF BORDELLO –

Andy Barrott – Guitar/vocals

Chip Waite – Doghouse Bass/vocals

Jake Parker - Drums/vocals

leather and pleather, denim and grease, engine oil, rust, ground gears and the dust of a million singles, the spirits of rock and rockabilly, punk rock and pub rock suffused with the essence of a myriad of influences, the back woods bass mixed with inyerface riffs and a drumbeat to make your ears bleed, and the subtleties of a half brick to the head, “mommy it hurts!” The new past with an edge of tomorrow undercoated with a jab of historical hysteria and melodies drowning in the swamps of unstable memories. Time is cyclic, what goes around comes around like a boomerang it circles the form and returns with a brain splintering hack, the yoke bleeds and matter pulses, sick, sick, sick, the disease of the beast. For those who surf the blood flow, those who fight the good fight from within, super heroes and underdogs, mongrels and pedigrees the psychosis of ‘billy “ my head hurts so much my photo is feeling it”. Death is not the end or the beginning it is just another doorway, only you have the key, follow the piper and follow me, but don’t forget to tip him well for the piper plays not for free and will extract his fee from your soul.Those who know, know naught, the canvas is blank, but the stains of debauchery upon it’s surface play like the sunlight on water, the eminence of royalty takes it’s toll upon the minds of the innocent while the corrupt corrupt and the decay burns at the hearts of the rotten, a stench to be swept away with the broom of sound solidity, we are rock, we are roll we cum and go and are gone. The end is nigh, but the start is the end and the verse is visa, none will survive unchanged no matter how insignificant the move “look to the left” and the right will march on unnoticed into the beds of the blind, We are all blind for that is the default state of humankind, but we hear the world for what it is and what it was and what it claims to be. Fall not upon your blades for salvation is coming to a supermarket near you soon, now is the time to act, revolution controls those who rotate 45rpm, 33rpm.

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THE DUKES OF BORDELLO –

Andy Barrott – Guitar/vocals

Chip Waite – Doghouse Bass/vocals

Jake Parker - Drums/vocals

leather and pleather, denim and grease, engine oil, rust, ground gears and the dust of a million singles, the spirits of rock and rockabilly, punk rock and pub rock suffused with the essence of a myriad of influences, the back woods bass mixed with inyerface riffs and a drumbeat to make your ears bleed, and the subtleties of a half brick to the head, “mommy it hurts!” The new past with an edge of tomorrow undercoated with a jab of historical hysteria and melodies drowning in the swamps of unstable memories. Time is cyclic, what goes around comes around like a boomerang it circles the form and returns with a brain splintering hack, the yoke bleeds and matter pulses, sick, sick, sick, the disease of the beast. For those who surf the blood flow, those who fight the good fight from within, super heroes and underdogs, mongrels and pedigrees the psychosis of ‘billy “ my head hurts so much my photo is feeling it”. Death is not the end or the beginning it is just another doorway, only you have the key, follow the piper and follow me, but don’t forget to tip him well for the piper plays not for free and will extract his fee from your soul.Those who know, know naught, the canvas is blank, but the stains of debauchery upon it’s surface play like the sunlight on water, the eminence of royalty takes it’s toll upon the minds of the innocent while the corrupt corrupt and the decay burns at the hearts of the rotten, a stench to be swept away with the broom of sound solidity, we are rock, we are roll we cum and go and are gone. The end is nigh, but the start is the end and the verse is visa, none will survive unchanged no matter how insignificant the move “look to the left” and the right will march on unnoticed into the beds of the blind, We are all blind for that is the default state of humankind, but we hear the world for what it is and what it was and what it claims to be. Fall not upon your blades for salvation is coming to a supermarket near you soon, now is the time to act, revolution controls those who rotate 45rpm, 33rpm.

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