The Lamy Brothers

W ith hair lank and eyes creosote black, the Lamy Brothers look out from under wide brim hats at a world that has not seen their like before.

Beneath a lace of veins, the heavy tendons of large practical hands agitate their instruments; they know that after the fading of lust and limerence, The Lamy Brothers will remain...


Melodramatic and melancholy, a virile and brittle bitterness pervades their landscape; a landscape that can only be appreciated by those who are not yet accustomed to the injustices of life. More importantly, the lamy Brothers are sometimes as clever as they think they are.