The Tarantinos + Burn in Hell presented by St Kilda Rocks

December 14, 2018 @ 8:00 pm Australia/Melbourne Timezone
Hotel Esplanade
11 The Esplanade
St Kilda VIC 3182
The Manager
03 9534 0211
The Tarantinos + Burn in Hell presented by St Kilda Rocks @ Hotel Esplanade | Saint Kilda | Victoria | Australia

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The Tarantinos

Inspired by the Writer/Director Quentin Tarantino, A Cat named Joe, Chuck Habit, Link Rumble & K Billy, a bunch of musicians from Melbourne formed The Tarantinos based on their fascination with the incredible eclectic soundtracks accompanying his films.

They play the best known, (and some lesser known) songs from the films Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown, From Dusk Till Dawn, Kill Bill, Death Proof, Inglourious Basterds and Django Unchained.

The Tarantinos embody all the hard hitting style of the films of which they play the soundtracks using audio samples from the films, sharp costumes and an attitude to match.

The Tarantinos bring their musical versatility and high energy to play various musical genres such as surf, blues, country, soul, rock & spaghetti western that accompany the films that have inspired them for many years. Classics like Misirlou, Surf Rider, Little Green Bag, Son of a Preacher Man, Stuck in the Middle, Girl You’ll be a Woman Soon and Chick Habit are just a few of the amazing selection The Tarantinos have to offer in their always growing repertoire of songs from these amazing cult films.

Burn in Hell

Burn In Hell have wreaked havoc throughout Australia and France in the last two years, sating an abundant appetite for their sensual, grinding rhythms and gravelly vocals. Pirate music it ain’t, though some timbers are shivered and sails are hoisted, a more apt portrayal may be a stygian primordial belch, the type of music the devil would relish had he a lust for dance, a lyrical ear, a penchant for sardonic wit and a drum beat his minions would weep for. Think swampy cabaret with a gypsy attitude, dirty gutbucket blues and call and respond field hollers. Then think again…

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