Beestung Lips are punk as it, most probably, should be: noticeably pissed-off and acerbic like so few acts proclaiming to be ‘punk’ actually are. The band’s debut EP, Songs To And From An Iron Gut, is out via Capsule’s offshoot record label, and demands attention.
VOCALS - HETRO PEARTON
GUITAR/VOCALS - POUT PEARTON
BASS - SAN DIEGO PEARTON
DRUMS - ACTION PEARTON
For fans of: Hot Snakes, The Bronx, Gallows, The Jesus Lizard, a shitlot of fun times. From MySpace:
Here we all are. Cracked wide open. Birmingham. The first whores forbidden lover, stuck in earths gutter. Beestung lips. Spitting at the moon. Yes, just as you they are a work in progress and they will not present a rosy cheek or puckered fuck hole to anyone whose record collection is smaller than their collection of marbles…and they don’t have any marbles. They are the ruin, the broken children who like to destroy. The wet spot in your bed and in your brain. Hidden away from candy coated marshmallow slut stereo speakers they will toast you with shitty wine and laugh. They are the sound of a million dollars… A crumpled million dollars. by Wade Keighran