Bad Wives are Vivienne Kingswood & DJ Crane
They cook, they clean, and they’ll tend to your every whim.
Vivienne Kingswood & DJ Crane are the Bad Wives spiking your drink, burning your
bacon, shrinking your clothes and stealing your credit cards.
When they aren’t Stepford-ing their way through the day, they are in your clubs,
knocking back G’n’Ts and ripping their stockings while they mix the finest party tunes
this side of the gated community.
Individually, their achievements speak for themselves meaning that together, they
are unstoppable.
Vivienne Kingswood - has graced the decks of enough major parties and hipster
hideouts to make a pro blush. Pulling out everything from hip-hop to indie rock,
punk, funk, crunk, dance and disco, nothing is sacred. She’s got the dance floors
furious everywhere from local residencies at Purple Sneakers, Beach Road Hotel,
Oxford Art Factory and The Ivy to rubbing shoulders with the greats at major festivals
including Splendour in the Grass, Parklife, and Good Vibrations. With three years of
experience under her cinched belt, you know she’ll handle you the way you like it.
DJ Crane - identifiable by a wild mop of curly hair, is no shrinking violet either. A
regular fixture at The Wall, Hoops, MTV Galleries, The Filth and Floorspace, she has
also played alongside Bang Gang, Beardyman, Faker, Scribe and PNAU on the
Bacardi Express, and whipped up a frenzy at Playground Weekender, Legs 11, Mardi
Gras and the Surry Hills Festival after party. Hip hop, indie, electronica, breaks and
bass all get a look in during any DJ Crane set. She knows the ropes and will have
you crying with joy without even breaking a sweat.
Their party recipes are so sweet, you won’t even taste the poison laced beneath…
For bookings and illicit affairs, please email - badwives@gmail.com
Or call Dan Splitter - 0415 501 972
DJ Profile: BAD WIVES
Yr moniker – what’s the deal?: BAD WIVES is Vivienne Kingswood and DJ Crane. Part erotica, part Film Noir, we cook, we clean we tend to your needs, and we’ll fuck your shit up.
What’s yr sound?: The click of a stiletto in a dark alley at night. The crash of the dirty dishes falling to the floor. The screech of the tyres on the getaway car.
When/why did you decide to take on the decks and start DJing: On our own we’re forces to be reckoned with, together we’ll melt your face.
Five records you’d die fighting for: Trade secret, you’ll have to wait for the mixtape.
If your music was a soundtrack for a film, what would it be about?: A femme fatale making her millions any way she can. ANY way…
Outside of DJing, what pushes your buttons?: The ‘go’ button on the washing machine.
What was the last thing you wrote on your hand? Your phone number.
And we can see you: Next Saturday!
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