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The Lusty Revel Wenches

Here we are! The scum of the earth!

About Me

The LUSTY REVEL WENCHES are here from the slums of 18th century London to sing you songs about the degradation of life on the streets, the blue-ruin Madame Geneva brings, and why the 21st century consists of naught but devil-drawers, Captain Grands, & draggle-tails.
Gallied to your gullet with paper-skulls & mopuses? Well! Grab a dram, hike up your petticoats, leave your respective house or alley and ENJOY THE BLASTED SHOW!
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NEVERMIND THE SILENCE; HERE'S THE WENCHES!
We know things have been quiet on our western front, but never fear! The game is afoot! Even as you attempt to reading this confounding text on the town notice board, or where ever our writings disappear to, we Wenches are hard at work, figuring out logistics and preparin' for the spring. The streets are hard to brave in winter times, so we're crouchin' in alleyways and frequenting brothels. We even recently discovered THE DANCING LADIES OF VAUXHALL GARDENS, who have agreed to wiggle their panniers in time with our music. We will be performing again, ladies and gents--just not for a wee bit. Keep yer eyes triple-peeled, however... much madness and glee is to follow!

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WHERE NEXT? Who knows! Look for clues! Who are these dollymops & dollyfops? Why are they dressed like that? Why do they keep dedicating their shows to Terry Gilliam? WHAT THE RUDDY HELL IS GOING ON?!
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Playing FUCK THE BACK ROW! was a wonderful experience enjoyed by all these "Lusty Revel Wenches". Amanda Palmer & Co. know how to entertain The picture show was a delight, as were the other performances. Both Amanda & Brian, collectively "The Dresden Dolls", were kind to us poor downtrodden prostitutes. The audience was encouraging--truly a sea of kindness in a cruel, class-ruled world. Cheers to vaudeville & fucking back rows all over the bleedin' place!
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Photography by Madame Antoinette Deauxafop .
(Listen for slicker recordings on the wax cylinders or whatever it is that powers this infernal machine coming in the next few months.)

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 2/26/2006
Band Members:

Mad Moll Higgins

Hammered dulcimer, pennywhistle, lead vocals, mad mad bubby-bushels

Sir Buggeroff

Drunken introductions, recitations, hat-tricks & asstd. capers

Constance Crankum

Accordion, woodwinds, vocals, any & all squeezes & puffs

Nigel

Bass, bodhran, backing bocals, & beer-garden jaw

Poppy Toft

Fiddle, blushing, giggling, naive trade-related commentary

Sally Salt

Angry percussion, irritated hammered dulcimer-playing, & gib cat-related activities



LRW ALUMNI & WHAT HAPPENED TO 'EM:

Oscar Randy

Unfortunately discovered he was clapped to the hilt from some unsavory prostitutes. He has decided to spend his last days in penance for his sins in the solitary destitution of a monastery.

Jane Jelly

Finally and completely lost her nob. She threw her fiddle to the Seven Seas & has been committed to Bedlam indefinitely.

Bosworth Lyndenson

Took a commission with the East India Company; a salty little man in port told us Bossy sniffed all the snuff on his merchant vessel & has since been sentenced to transportation.
Influences: Fops, trollops, lead-based facial powder, the smallpox, Terry Gilliam, the over-arching beautiful absurdity of the rococo era, the not-so-beautiful absurdity of the current era, lust, revels, wenches, Slammerkin, The Dresden Dolls, The World/Inferno Friendship Society, the overlarge helping of talent circulating when we mount the stage
Sounds Like: Mozart forced into child-prostitution
Type of Label: None