Artist:The Belle Ends

Feeling as though you’ve been driving for days on a desert highway, stoned for most of it, food wrappers, ciggie butts and cans littering your tired ol’ El Camino, but still constantly pushing forward through the heat and desolation, singing along to the dirty country and blues pouring from the radio, when oh oh, you hear the voice of a beautiful siren beckoning you from the strangled depths of a dim and unsavoury motel that has all the charms of an apocalyptic trailer park in disrepair. Hypnotically entranced you turn off the dusty road, with your foot tapping and heart racing you make your way to her, knowing that she’ll only devour you whole, yet strangely you do not care. Introducing The Belle Ends... Originally starting out as a two piece feed in mid 2004, a kiss led to love and love led to morning, and morning led to strumming the guitar in bed. It wasn’t long until the rough, gritty and driving force of Tim was able to persuade the fair, pure, naïve innocence of jazz trained ...