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HEAZLEWOOD
See also:
King Loser
| Heazlewood was the king of
the losers and with the release of this CD his place in the Pantheon of gargantuan rock n
roll misadventure mystique and machismo is once again achieved. Drawing inspiration from
the total holistic historic and downright hateful world of rock n roll many fingers point
willingly to such figures as Lee Heazlewood, Lou Reed, Kenny Rogers, Ron Ashton, Jimi
Hendrix., and Dick Dale. Of course Chris has never been to outer space but when he does he
will have some songs to play those crazy cats out there. The songs on this CD actually.
Cash Guitar is but the latest and greatest phase of Chris Heazlewood’s climb up the mighty Hard Rock Mountain™. He first came to prominence in Dunedin in the swingin’ yet hard to dance to Sferic Experiment. He followed this with a couple of solo cassettes one self released the other on legendary Port Chalmersd label Xpressway. He also played guitar on a song on Trap Door Fucking Exit by the Dead C. (perhaps their best album?) and formed a band with Sean O’Reilly and Lesley Paris called Olla. When Olla self destructed after releasing a superb 7" single via Flying Nun Heazlewood joined forces with some dangerous characters from Christchurch and lo and behold King Loser was born. King Loser roamed up and down the NZ countryside wreaking havoc, borrowing gear, and spilling other people’s drinks before self-destructing in a furious and unrelenting haze of bitterness, miss trust and general rock bottom hatred. Still it was fun and they released some stellar albums namely Sonic Super Free HiFi, You Cannot Kill What Does Not Live, and Caul Of The Outlaw. Now everyone’s favourite urban cowboy was without a horse, a gun, and the brothel was always closed. What was he to do? Well he got all his best classic solo recordings together, recorded some new stuff and now he has new album with some old songs and some new ones (…and ‘it’s all good’ as the hip hoppers say) and there have been sightings of a new band and the gypsies in the next office are cowering in the back trembling as the dark forboding form of Cowboy Chris strides the earth once again. (Oh Yeah) All the little children rejoice and clap their hands. Bio by Alan Holt (after four hours of sleep)
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