Doug Hell
In a world of diminished expectations, Doug Hell defies disappointment.
Born Douglas David Hill, this unforgiving, unapologetic artist shares his soul with whoever will spare the time.
Carved out of years of mental anguish, Hell’s work exposes the virtues of atrocity encountered during the course of the human experience. His extreme apathy for sensitivity shows us the faces of misogyny, narcissism, violence, addiction, love, dementia, and even pedophilia that hide behind the closed doors of the human mind. This focus has created the foundation of legendary notoriousness.
From humble beginnings rambling punk for a variety of outfits, including Radar Hate, and several brushes with quasi-success, including a Lo-fi release of 10 songs on a compilation “I wish I had Eyebrows” (2006), our poet brings us the breadth of his reflection in two luscious follow up offerings.
“We Were the First to Bleed with the Poets, and the Psychopaths”
(2007)
A lyrically empathic volume comparable in vintage to Cohen. Inspired by self and other abuse, a sonic construct of the spectre between bloody despair (Uh oh) and mythical elation (Messenger). A beautifully brutal expression of utter failing, in gory pseudopsychopathic detail.
Spotty production values, crafty hooks, and simple metaphors imbue listeners with a haunting sense of their own spiritual weight, and the price of contempt.
“When a Madman Loves a Woman”
(2009)
In Contrast to “Psychopaths”, “Madman” is inspired by the gambit between self and other love. His vocal prowess now fully expressed in styles varying between classical(Bloom) and comical(Madman), Hell now takes his every dream come true and finds its waking nightmare.
Borrowing heavily from tradition, comforting sounds and imagery take on the perfume of perversion, melancholy chords pulling vivid images of lust and larceny from your very own brain. He pulls at your every heart string with obvious lies, and frank self affirmations.
Another classic application of Hell’s primitive production ethos, improvised orchestration, and a testament to his mastery of not only the hook, but the grab, and run.
Promising on “Madman” to die by 37, Douglas David Hill is now a man on a mission….
Coming soon…
“Going Home to Die”