Last night in Birmingham the boys actually just relaxed after the gig - all of them. This is the first time in the entire history of Deathstars. We are very confused today. Maybe we got lazy because it was a very hot venue (and with the almost naked girls on the left wing it was even hotter). After leaving the 02 Academy the dudes capitulated inside the sweet wombs of Madonna (our tourbus).

We were pleased to see that the guys in Black Sabbath (Ozzy - you were wasted!), Led Zeppelin (Goddamn Jimmy, your airgitar-playing to The Mark of the Gun was impeccable!), Judas Priest (Rob, you were good looking and you're looking like you should be good!) and Duran Duran (Simon! Wow, you popstars can really dance in a homoerotic way!) came to the show as they are sons from the city of Birmingharm and big DS-supporters. You are the best - all of you - just a shame that we didn't had the strength to come out and meet you yesterday after the gig, but we were simply too tired. (See you in Hollywood soon though, at the Academy Awards afterparty we were talking about!) Birmingham is a city of a lot of rock history for you who don't know this. Also Napalm Death and UB40 (!) come from this town.

Birmingham has always been a monkey on the back for Whip. Every time he gets there he feels dead or sick somehow. Yesterday was nothing different, because of not being able to sleep properly since the tour started the vocalist came to a crucial point yesterday when he was almost unable to talk before the gig, but somehow it worked out fine (read the history further down).

Today though we're in Plymouth. Last time we were in this exotic city on the English West Coast we were on tour with Korn, and therefor at a pretty much bigger venue then White Rabbit, where we play today, but hey - it's an intimate place, and we like to be intimate with you. Especially at intimate places.

There is something that we would like to enlighten in this blog. Sometimes - in the toughest times - Deathstars seems to be the medicine that helps people back on track again. (No, we are not just talking about sex!) We get hundreds of letters from different people who doesn't just want to sleep with the band, but also has Deathglam as an important cure for their health. Dean, who was in Birmingham yesterday, is a good example of that and has the band tattooed all over his body; portraits, autographs and logo-stuff. He truly wears The Mark of The Gun, on body and in mind.
He gave us the permit to post the letter he gave us. (See below)
We can only say - Dean Dies Hard!

What the members are doing right now:
* Skinny has really really really decided to party today, and the iPig is already well-done from the pain of volume. Skinny is wasted, he had ten beers on soundcheck just to see if he could do it. Smart strategic step....
* Whip is down in the marina and is having a stroll in the rain with a english football-celebrity, waiting for the Man United vs Porto-game.
* Bone has decided to have a silent day - that means that he doesn't speak from dusk till dawn. The band is pleased.
* Cat is relaxing at the hotel, shaving his body and having a pedicure.
* Nightmare is with Devilina and playing doctor and nurse with each other at a local sex-spa, which is run by an old woman called "The Midnight Sister of the Treasures of the Tree of Flesh", and she wears the title "Queen of the English Sisterhood Anno 1939." it is a secret sect who deals with eroticism and transcendence to the the outer regions of the Milky Way (+ astral journeys to Atlantis, but then it costs extra). We hope they got the whole bonus package.

Whip's Birmingham history:
* While on tour with Cradle of Filth Whip woke up, thought it was in the middle of the night, and had some sleeping pills. After that he had a look at his watch and noticed that it was two hours until soundcheck, it was late in the afternoon. After literally been carried from Scruffy Murphy's (bar) at the end of the street, totally passed out, by fans. Fortunately an unnamed friend from the great band The Prodigy was there and help Whip on the feet with some special stuff.
* While on tour with Mortiis Whip had been up all night partying on a flue (smart guy) and was like a grey ghost when the band found him in the black corners of the venue, almost frightened to go on stage he finally did. It worked out.
* While on tour with Korn Whip had entered the role of John and no one could get in contact with him that day. When he was on stage though he returned to the Whip we know.

Thanks to the crowd in Glasgow for partying like hell. We say like Andrew W.K – ”Party Hard!”, and apparently you do as well. The one who worships that dogma is also Skinny Disco who yet again yesterday made his personal partymission explode to a new level while watching the Easter Bunny kick the shit out of Jesus which eventually got his statuesque body to freeze in sculpture of a human swan in the late morninghours.

In Newcastle today – home of Venom and questionable lingerie.
Whip, Skinny and Bone have been isolating themselves at an Oneills-pub, hanging out with two sweet middleage holiday-celebrating women from Glasgow. They were discussing leprecauns and the tricky deeds of the dwarf-golddiggers. Apparently the leprecaun-society is modernizing the fundamental structures when it comes to the lucrative aspect of their future and therefore also prioritise this task; now they apparently are also into stealing internet-stuff as well, not only gold. They simply steal Ones and Zeros. From every corner of the world. The little bastards are running around and snatch stuff on the internet and prints all that info on small yellow post it-papers before they burn it in front of their vaults of gold in the outskirts of humanity. This is why our blog wasn’t posted yesterday. The leprecauns simply stole it in Cyberspace.
At the end of the grand finale on stage today Whip jumped down to become intimite with the crowd. Unfortunately he wasn’t able to get up on the stage again and tried one of the doors on the side, that he should never have done. It was a toilette and he was locked in there while the rest of the band finished the show.
Good for him!

Deathstars is now officially proclaiming a war against leprecauns, so all deathglammers out there: If you see a Leprecaun – kill it, or at least bring him/her to our shows so we can have a serious talk with the mini-ones, maybe we can work something out.... Like sexual favours or something.

The success of DEATHSTARS continues. This year the jet black band of glitter and death are nominated in nothing less than two (!) categories at the Metal Hammer Golden Gods Awards in the UK: Best Live Act and Best International Act. We ask you all to vote like hell to make the sole perveyours of Deathglam successful yet again.

In 2007 DEATHSTARS won the Golden Gods Award for Best Newcomers and with your help 2009 can be even more successful.

Vote for sex. Yes you can! Thanks for all your support! 

Howdy folks!

Don't miss the new issue of Rock Sound (UK) that includes a nice 2 page feature of DEATHSTARS.

www.rocksound.tv

We hope this will keep your DEATHSTARS addiction under control until the UK tour kicks off on April 8th, at the O2 Academy 2 in Oxford.

See You there!

DEATHSTARS dug deep into their closets and found some good old private footage from the Termination Bliss album period. They compiled a little video for all you DEATHSTARS maniacs and it can now be viewed on the bands Youtube page. The material includes studio recording and mixing sessions, as well as private footage from the Cyanide and Blitzkrieg video shoots and more.

Click here to watch it! Enjoy!