Like a children’s party band in a David Lynch film, Bloody Death Skull play sweet, twinkling, ’60s-inspired pop with pitch-black lyrics, delivered to psychedelic effect in a haze of toy instruments and reverb. Head Skull Daiana Feuer’s guileless vocals and strummed ukulele hold together the whole clattering ensemble, which can sometimes swell to 18 members whimsically costumed members in live incarnations. Their only release last year was an absurdist EP “Oh my Gosh” based on an issue of Dum Dum Zine, but they promise more musical head-trips in 2015.
“Girls like you”, they come in two. Girls like you, they come froo. I love you…love you. I’m off rhythm because your wisdom comes from so much prostituting experience and it throws me off. But I still love you. Ooh. Ooh. Oh your the most tall prostitute. Boots. Leather, it’s better in color. That’s why you have so many pairs of boots. It keeps you getting everybody’s money. Honey, it’s all about the money. Do what you can. You gotta get paid so you have to get laid all the time. At least 10 times a day. A good day’s a little bit longer. But if you’re stronger you can make it through. Ooh ooh hoo. I love you. You. Though you’re a prostitute, I’ll always be with you… Bitches, none of us will ever know what it feels like to grow in our pants.
The Fat Angel Sings 