Gay For Johnny Depp

Gay For Johnny Depp are: Marty Leopard (vocals), Sid Jagger (guitar), Chelsea Piers’ (bass) and Jeffrey James Samanen’(drums).

Crack open the lube - Gay For Johnny Depp have made another record!!

Yep. Whether strutting about in leather in ‘Donnie Brasco’, rutting like a rabbit in ‘Don Juan’ or being just plain pretty (every other film), few would argue that Johnny Depp doesn’t look buff as all hell. Indeed, recent statistics have proven that more straight men would prefer to bum or be bummed by Johnny than Brad Pitt. Some lesbians too. So hot, a band has been named in his honour.

New York quartet Gay For Johnny Depp’s 2004 debut EP, ‘Erotically Charged Dance Songs For The Desperate’ (Firefly Records) was an uneasy homage – or, dare we say it, a homo-age – to one of Tinseltown’s most fuckable, a five-track tale of unrequited lust dripping with the type of wanton graphic lust and degradations last heard in the works of the Marquis de Sade. Clearly, this was hardcore - in the original sense.

Now Gay For Johnny Depp return with 'Blood: The Natural Lubricant (An Apocalyptic Adventure Beyond Sodom and Gomorrah)', a big throbbing, blue-veined cockof a record to ram down the gagging throat of banality. 14 minutes of mayhem – each minute an inch of meat in your ass

'Blood: The Natural Lubricant (An Apocalyptic Adventure Beyond Sodom and Gomorrah)' also features guest appearances from members of Hundred Reasons, Copperpot Journals, and Hopewell all with lovely monikers , while members of Gay For Johnny Depp themselves have been known to step out in bands such as Garrison, Errortype:11 and Instruction

The final release also features the video for the hot-ass single ‘Shh! Put The Shiv To My Throat’.The distinctive cover art-work was photographed by Bert Queiroz, whose pictures of bands such as Bad Brains, Fugazi and Dag Nasty are some of punk rock’s most definitive.

So grow a fruit ‘tache to ‘Shh! Put The Shiv To My Throat’! Felch yourself stupid on songs like ‘Sex In Your Mouth’!

Stick an amyl in your face and convince yourself that “Fucking Isn’t Cheating”!

Homo-core is out the closet motherfuckers – and the party starts now. Last one out their pants is a sissy!