BURN IN HELL

Burn In Hell have wreaked havoc throughout Australia and France 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 boneyard music sung by drunkyard 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.

Frontman Glenn screams, howls and bellows out tales of dish-pigging and ditch-digging, drinking, junkies, demented preachers, carousing demons and devils all to the string busting downstrokes of his guitar.
Garry’s piano ain’t no classical fare. In fact a classical piano teacher would have him committed for the strange, bizarre and downright impossible note and chord changes he entices from his tinkering, belting and bashing of the ivories. He will break rules and maybe his fingers one day. Oh and he screams and hollers his fare share of the vocal duties. Try not to make eye contact with him…

Evan’s tubthumping and percussive duties give the lads a backbone, albeit twisted and guttural. We are talking strange backbeats, weirder off beats, crazy on-beats and even the odd hyperbeat. Carelessly careful rhythms serve a purpose here. Tom Waits sang about keeping the Devil ‘Way down in the hole’ but Evan summons via his percussive duties the Devil, Lucifer, Pan, Baphomet, Beelzebub, Morgoth and the Black Prince out from that hole. Watch those hands fly as he belts anything within reach and keeps the whole sonic creation that is Burn in Hell walking down that trail of fire and brimstone.

Make sure you place a coin in the hand of Charon before you jump on this ferry…you may not make it to the other side of that lake of fire, but you’ll have a dirty and filthy journey.