dazychain

Death, sex, drugs and guitars are just a few of the colours in this dazy chain of loud powerful lust driven pop, scared with the chisel of surrealism and polished with the blood, sweat and tears of Messiahs. It’s only agenda is to kick down your doors of perception and to FUCK YOU UP.

From arts industrial waste lands the guitar bitch cometh. Armed with 7 sting warlocks and driven by a machine consisting of Line 6, Marshal stacks and Computers.

For her maiden flight Dazy has chosen songs which best reveal the many facets of the Dazy chain, from a feminine sensuality to manic depressive hard core metal whoredom. Each song is a delicately woven tapestry of drum loops, guitar scapes, and poetry stolen from the archives of La Vey, Crowley and Dr Seuss with a good dose of sarcasm, sexual angst and teen rage as an enema.

In this world of the “new metal” micro-softcocks and corporate punk wannabe’s, it’s good to see that creativity and musicianship is not yet dead.