devilkicks

Jimmy HellJazz on sharp tongued crooning drinking the blood of his hecklers... Damned Dave finger bleeding geetar lickin... Watch how upright citizen Slim Yin can spank his plank... fender mender and beatsmith Steve undertaking rythymic vibes with China blue high octane high octive crooning...its tune thousan an severn and burlesque billy style bristol sleaze bag sons of st. pauls 'The Devil Kicks' are stompin and kickin up an evil southern mash fuelled on slapped out high octane rythyms and pure 50's sensibilly twang."Who is that walking on the left hand path of love?, my dears... Why it's that ole Devil JimmyHellJazz and his Bad people. We thought they were dead... Through the smoke and mirrors and the Victorian mist - something wicked this way comes... Mr Night and Day making magic the old fashioned way and Dolly can't find her pills. The night's draw in and the Band came to play.. David Flamenco bastard's fingers are bleeding with the Burnette, Slim put down that leather tu-tu n' keep slapping that creepy click. Steve L'evil beating on those old voodoo skins... Jimmy's lounging on the chaise longue, shuffling the tarot and dealing aces from a 1972 porn deck. He can't sing and sure can't write no poetry. But it sure passes the time - waiting for the end of the world... There ain't nothing wrong with a little witchcraft. The future's 666... Here come the Devil Kicks. High, High, High times are here again...