Devilish Canadian rockabilly Bloodshot Bill is the kind of man you don’t want coming home with your daughter.
He’s really the kind of man that you probably wouldn’t invite into your house at all, really. Not that he has bad manners or is ill-tempered and curses freely or even that he regularly spills his tea on the rug, we’re sure the truth is quite the opposite. Really the reason we wouldn’t want Bloodshot Bill coming into our house is that immediately after his entrance, and this happens everytime, follows a hoard of screaming girls and loose moralled men, climbing over each other to get through the door, come to drink, dance and debauch each other until the sun comes up, and even a bit after that depending on what day of the week it is.
Good then that you can see this devil in denim at Monarch in Kreuzberg. Thereby not sacrificing your house to this rabble of rock’n'roll excess.