"BLACK EYED VERMILLION was born Gary Christian Vermillion in 1969 as the product of a one night stand between an unemployed circus freak and a jackal. Abandoned by his mother, he was adopted by a roaming tribe of Buddhist Monk street sweepers, eventually causing him to find inner-peace within the gutter.At age 7, young Vermillion fell into an open sewer. After being trapped for three days he was finally rescued; unconscious and badly hurt. When he awoke he could only communicate in swear words for a year and his voice was severely damaged from the septic fumes. He also sustained a head injury, resulting in his first set of black eyes which would lead to the nick name he still bears to this day.At 11 Vermillion set out to see the world but mostly saw it from behind bars. As he stumbled around the world from bus stations to bars to shelters to jails, he was always just lucky enough to cross paths with some of the most talented people in the underground music scene. Stevie Tombstone, One Armed Willie, Handsome Andy Gibson, Cornelious ‘the Pain’ Wickenburg, Joe Buck Yourself, Heathen Bill, Stix the Clown, Whiskey Dick and of course the legendary Shelton Williams the 1st were just a few of the people that would help him realize that he had absolutely NO musical talent! But they also taught him that it didn’t matter as long as there was a song in his heart.These days Black Eyed Vermillion is being backed by The Vermillionaires; a solid line-up consisting of Fritz ‘Burger’ Nation and Johnny ‘Sunshine’ Johnson on Guitars, Kurtis D. ‘Millionaire’ Machler on Bass and Bircho Birch on Drums. Combining the elements of American roots music with the dark anger of punk and grindcore, they will be attempting to play as many gigs as possible, depending on everyone’s ever demanding Rehab schedule."
YEAH, I MIGHT JUST HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU! Fuck yeeeeeeah! Hellbilly can't get much better than this. Black Eyed Vermilion are the type of band that you hear about in the country world that are dark, dirty, damp, and play very obscure shows in low lighting and don't give a fuck about their surrounds. They combine a lot of country influences along with bluegrass, blues, and folk to make for a hellish album. The vocalist sounds as if he's been smoking for years on end without a break. Lyrical wise, there is a lot of speak of the devil and religion and all that sort of jazz. I'm not too fond of it but to talk about it in the country world (most known for being conservative) is different and the biggest reason why it's up on my blog. All out easy listening bluegrass with a dark twist, jug instruments and old-tymey feel to it, and raspy vocals backed by screaming. What's there not to love?