The Hellblinki Sextet can be an everchanging, rotating cast of characters, often including violin, cello, horns of various shapes and sizes, male and female vocals, all manner of percussion, and, of course, the drunken and deamonic howls of the audience... but at this moment in time Hellblinki is manifest as a three piece,
Andrew (Vocals, Drums, Guitar, Accordion),
Valerie (Vocals, Glockenspiel, Melodica, Accordion, assorted knick nacks and devices),
and Brad (Bass, Percussion, Accordion),
or sometimes Rodney (bass of all varieties)...
Influences
Some primary influences.
(everything seen or heard, felt, imagined?)
Sesame Street, Louie Armstrong, Woodie Guthrie, Tom Waits, Nick Cave, Leonard Cohen, Rasputina, The Legendary Pink Dots, Kurt Weill, Burthold Brecht, The Residents, The Butthole Surfers, The Talbot Brothers of Bermuda, Godspeed you Black Emporer, Nina Hagen, Mr. Bungle, The Minutemen, Captain Beefheart...
Some wonderful folks, perhaps in our vein,
that we've discovered along the way.
Gogol Bordello, Tiger Lillies, Dresden Dolls, Humanwine, Hope for a Golden Summer, World Inferno Freindship Society, Devotchka, Circus Contraption,
Rev. Glasseye, El Radio Fantastique...
The Hellblinki Sextet is a Shape-Shifting conglomerate of eclectic musicians from Asheville, NC serving an oddly beautiful musical vision envoking Broken tooth blues in a Tux, Choral fantasies for agnostic angels, and peg-leg waltzes on the rim of Mt. Vesuvius. In the studio or on the stage Hellblinki is prone to suprises, tension, and dramatic release; its material is refreshingly unusual, while remaining accessible to mortal ears.
The band has been known to perform as a true sextet, composed of male and female vocalists; acoustic electric and bass guitars, brass and woodwinds, multiple percussionists, violin, keyboards, samples, radio, various toys and empty wine bottles. In its present incarnation, Hellblinki is, Andrew the one-man band on guitar, vocals, drums and the occasional cornet, or accordion, joined by additional percussion, strings and voices provided by a rotating cast of characters.
This Hellblinki takes its raw pirate blues into the bloody public arena with careless abandon, and has been seen conquering entire unwary audiences: victims halt conversation and dance like mad drunken fools, joyously participating in the madness boiling over the boards.
DROPPING BY TO SAY THANX FOR BEING A FRIEND OF CRISS KARVER AND THE LUNACY MACHINE. ALSO, WANTED TO WISH YOU A FABULOUS DARK AND TWISTED WEEK!!!
HERE IS A PREVIEW FOR THE UPCOMING STORY 'OUIJA' WHICH IS ONE OF MANY TWISTED RHYMES INSIDE THE NEW LUNACY MACHINE. See more of it in my blog! Tell me what you think :)
OUIJA
Is there someone there? Is there someone there? Come talk to us tonight. We’re asking for the dead to speak, It’s only us . . .my wife and me. Come tell us how you died.
The oracle moved about the board A figure-eight reply. The oracle started slowing down, then stopped . . . above the Y.
Tell us more, tell us more, what brought you here to me? Tell us how you died tonight. Tell us when you died tonight. Tell us what brings you here tonight. Keep spelling it for me.
The figure eight continues and around the board it moves. It’s slowing down, it’s slowing down. Come, spirit, talk to me right now, Tell us tonight, because we want to know . . Then the oracle stopped on the letter O.
You’re coming in so very clear, Now tell us why you’re roaming here, on this dark and stormy night. Speak to me, speak to me, Travel through this board to me. Tell us why you sleep tonight beneath your resting tomb. Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me now. Then the oracle stopped on the U.
Y-O-U, Y-O-U, this isn’t making sense. You spelled out, YOU is this what you meant to do? Then the oracle stopped on YES.
*COME BY AND VISIT ME AND PREVIEW SOME OTHER STORIES FROM THE LUNACY MACHINE, TWISTED TALES OF UNFORTUNATE TIMES 'R' in my blog section SEE YA!! -CRISS KARVER
Greetings, Just wanted to stop by on my way back to 1865 and say thanks for adding me to your friends. Feel free to stop by and listen to my songs now and again. I will be adding more as time permits. I love your sound. Thanks Edward
DROPPING BY TO SAY THANX FOR BEING A FRIEND OF CRISS KARVER AND THE LUNACY MACHINE. ALSO, WANTED TO WISH YOU A FABULOUS DARK AND TWISTED WEEK!!!
HERE IS A PREVIEW FOR THE UPCOMING STORY 'OUIJA' WHICH IS ONE OF MANY TWISTED RHYMES INSIDE THE NEW LUNACY MACHINE.
OUIJA
Is there someone there? Is there someone there? Come talk to us tonight. We’re asking for the dead to speak, It’s only us . . .my wife and me. Come tell us how you died.
The oracle moved about the board A figure-eight reply. The oracle started slowing down, then stopped . . . above the Y.
Tell us more, tell us more, what brought you here to me? Tell us how you died tonight. Tell us when you died tonight. Tell us what brings you here tonight. Keep spelling it for me.
The figure eight continues and around the board it moves. It’s slowing down, it’s slowing down. Come, spirit, talk to me right now, Tell us tonight, because we want to know . . Then the oracle stopped on the letter O.
You’re coming in so very clear, Now tell us why you’re roaming here, on this dark and stormy night. Speak to me, speak to me, Travel through this board to me. Tell us why you sleep tonight beneath your resting tomb. Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me now. Then the oracle stopped on the U.
Y-O-U, Y-O-U, this isn’t making sense. You spelled out, YOU is this what you meant to do? Then the oracle stopped on YES.
*SEE MORE OF THIS STORY (since space here is limited) BY COMING BY AND VISITING ME AND PREVIEW SOME OTHER STORIES FROM THE LUNACY MACHINE, TWISTED TALES OF UNFORTUNATE TIMES 'R' in my blog section HAVE A GOOD 1 SEE YA!! -CRISS KARVER
hi how are u just passin by to see how u r and to hope u have a great day take care bye Where Once Poe Walked by H. P. LovecraftEternal brood the shadows on this ground, Dreaming of centuries that have gone before; Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound, Arched high above a hidden world of yore. Round all the scene a light of memory plays, And dead leaves whisper of departed days, Longing for sights and sounds that are no more. Lonely and sad, a specter glides along Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell; No common glance discerns him, though his song Peals down through time with a mysterious spell. Only the few who sorcery's secret know, Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.
Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worth while. So when you are lonely, remember it's true Somebody somewhere is thinking of you.
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