Artist:Dead Shades

Blood in the sand, saloon doors swinging in empty bars, cowering women and children, a lone gunman strides towards a mounted posse, grizzled and readied for his fate. One last desperate lunge from the one woman that still cares for him shrugged mercilessly to the ground. The Dead Shades play like a concept album, of jaw-dropping machismo, desert-blues, and a pre-peyote blues explosion, but there’s is a universe inhabited by haunted darkness, by the anti-hero’s of Eastwood, the femme fatales of Hitchcock; they are the western where the good guys don’t wear white. Renowned for electric live shows, shandies and late night hypodermic noodles this band of Rock ‘n Roll outlaws from Brisbane reads like a who’s who: Lovers Of Modern Art frontman Brian L’Huillier (ex-The Daybridges), [A:M] constituent Crystle Fleper (ex-Hot Rubber Glove), and Rolling Stone photographer and Le Fricken Hecks bassist Dane Beesley. Sex, sand and Wah pedals may sound oh-so-LA with Wavves and Best Coast setting ...