it's on! it's on! it's so fucking on!






maired: "who the fuck's yellin'?"
h.: "uhm, francis' got some groupies in her digs."
maired: "god damn it! oi, shut the fuck up, you bloody cunts!"



the meeting of the most stellar dirrty-blues-noiz-band from san francisco is left behind. we locked our monkeys up in their cages, our heads ain't numb anymore, the rooms are delivered from the blue haze. and we worked our asses off: wrote the uncatchiest hits and ballads, strummed our fingers to blood and sweated for a whole stadium. our first single "doves are the rats of the sky" is gonna be released eventually this year (what sounds like a mogwai song is in fact an ode to the good ole blind willie mctell).



"what's up, dude?"
"i got the blues, man, i got the blues t'day.."



















now it's official: the band are online. we are so business, baby, we are so fucking money. had a weekend soaked in the good ol' bavarian beer and american whisky, full of undefinable riffs and bridge numbers, love songs and sounds. we collaborated with the best swiss photographers. alphonse, our drummer, acted like the biggest goddamn asshole doing the bitching thing all the fuckin' time (this goes out to our man, alphonse, you fucking drama queen, die!). we seduced a few groupies and whispered some beautiful serenades in our bus manager's ear. ladies and gentlemen, may i introduce you: BLACK BROTHERS BAND which consist of maired alt-dutch and francis y. ire (for lovers it's also francis ?ire although no one really knows what this y is all about besides the creator himself).



"hold on... maired's got her creative phase. she locked herself up in the john. armed with nothing but a toilet roll and a fineliner."
"who shmeared ketchup in her face?"
"francis did. it's for camouflage."





















since we're all ho's a part of the industry black brothers band have decided to create a myspace-account due to terms of showing off a bit and because both leaders always dreamt of being a friend of del tha funky homosapien and dolly fucking parton. they also secretly swore to delete the account after having reached a certain (and maybe not so modest) number of clicks. so watch out, brothers and sisters!



"the piss is that people only get damn important after they've kicked the bucket. so later when i'm dead i'm sitting on my cloud having hiccup all the fuckin' time!"




















an excerpt from dan auerbach's diary:
"black brothers band... fucking freaks always on the road. only bathe in their own sweat. i kinda envy them for their whisky infusions live on stage. these are two master brains. what a def show item, motherfucking pricks! we opened for them in olympia, the riot grrrls were hitting on 'em! i dunno man, they're talking about black mold n shit all the goddamn time. wistfulness and boylove, wtf? and i guess, francis calls maired shleque in her good days (whatever). however holy shit, these goddamn motherfuckers got the blues, i tell ya.. hell yeah, they fucking got it..."




















links:
homepage
bbb on myspace (the band neither speak nor understand german and emphatically asked to comment on myspace only in english)