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“…The scariest spectacle in rock is Slayer, the Rolling Stones of the new American metal.”
– Los Angeles Times, 1991
Every real band has done a classic album tour. While limited to North America, Slayer did a series of dates playing their seminal thrash album, Reign in Blood, in its entirety. The performance reached its climax when the stage and musicians were immersed in a torrential downpour of blood. Continue reading
I may look ridiculous, but the job clearly has its advantages.
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Club Elleven was windowless and all the lighting electric. The only sunlight came in splashes through the fire door, when people went out to smoke or spray glitter on one another. Continue reading
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I remember being handed a small plastic bag which, I was told, contained a costume. Upon opening it, I discovered a jock strap, harness, head-piece, gauntlets and greaves.
The wings were to be attached just before the march. I looked at the jock strap and understood immediately that my bare-naked ass would be presented to Oxford Street in all its glory. Continue reading
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“I support them,” said Fahren Heit as she emerged from the hallway. “It doesn’t make a huge amount of money, obviously. I promised the boys I’d take care of everything financial across the board.” Fahren also has input on the design and production aspects of Housewives on Fire. Continue reading
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Max Inanli, Ms Fahren Heit and Olie Debiais operate their fetish couture business, Housewives on Fire, from a ramshackle three-bedroom Victorian house in Burwood, an outer suburb of Sydney. When I pulled up outside, it was nine PM. Night had fallen and every light at the front of the house was blazing. Continue reading
Your humble narrator – and the Housewives on Fire – have made today’s Age newspaper.
Mardi Gras, bitches!
I have come late to the Lingerie Football League. Like most things of this nature, it appeared on my Facebook feed courtesy of my good friend and arbiter of all things that ride the cutting edge of bad taste, Matt Samartzis. Continue reading
‘Boyle’ is the Turkish word for ‘queer’.
Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll find a riot with your name on it. Continue reading
“The fox condemns the trap, not himself.”
– William Blake,
Proverbs of Hell.
It’s been remarkably busy down here in the offices of Theme Park at Its Darkest the past few weeks, even though the entire outfit has relocated to Istanbul. One could say that there has been an unofficial mainline to the grape-vine and, as a result, the mailbox has been heaving. Continue reading
Today, I went sea kayaking off the coast of Dubrovnik. The water was blue and the sun was a blind hole in the sky. The surface of the Adriatic sea was like a set of chrome and lazuli tiles pouring out of the sun. Continue reading
Theme Park at its Darkest 