When you are low the bottom of the abyss can feel like a pretty comfortable place. Cold, dark, familiar... it’s fucking messed up how we are creatures of habit and yet so accepting of habits that hurt and damage our mental, physical and emotional well being. Whether that’s in an abusive friendship or toxic relationship, whether you are struggling with drink or drugs or the food you eat, if you feel like your parents can’t relate to who you are or want to be... quite often it’s much easier for us to stay hurt, stay cold, stay in the dark because it’s familiar. We know the pain, and have learned how to manage it. Learned to accept a lower state of life. In some cases we make it our identity. We need it. I guess we feel that way because the only thing stronger than the pain we know is the fear of the pain we are yet to receive. So I decided to find out. Climbed up out the abyss, into the chamber full of my demons and one by one beat every single one of those motherfuckers at chess and now look at me shining. Yeah every now and then I open a door and it’s full of shit that scares me but you know what... I don’t have to go in there til I’m ready. How do you know when you are ready? You never really do, but the first thing that helps is accepting that you will definitely fail at some shit along the way and if you are good with that then nothing behind that door can really fuck you up for too long. Look, this is a long ass post telling you that for the rest of this year, and the rest of the years to come there’s gonna be a new version of me fucking shit up. I might open the odd door that I ain’t ready for every now and again, but one thing is for certain... I am NEVER crawling back into that fucking abyss again. Because for the first time in my life that hell is not familiar to me. It’s not who I am, it ain’t what I deserve and I hope that there are some people out there who see this and understand the message and start climbing out today. Good luck. You deserve more than whatever shitty life you are accepting. Ps. Demons always go white F3 and G4, so just memorise e5 qh4 and you got em checkmate 🖕🏻 Pps. Thanks @the_smague 📸!
In 2009 I flew to New York City to make sure the mix for Grey Britain was perfect. The mix was so good that I ended up staying... for 5 years. America is like a home from home for me, everything about it feels like living in a film. It’s a beautiful, vibrant, molten hot melting pot of every walk of life you can imagine. I’ve never felt so at home in a country that wasn’t my own as I do in the states.. but there has always been something wonderful about NY and Brooklyn especially. Living there for such a long period of time really allows you to appreciate a country in a way most people never can. You feel welcomed in, accepted, part of the gang, part of the fabric of the place. So here are some pictures of me and @deanar sat downstairs in the Mercury Lounge in Manhattan before our sold out show. We tour America in September and October. We are slowly expanding our US takeover so if we are playing near you, then please come and witness us going full nuclear reactor every single fucking night. Head over to andtherattlesnakes.com to find tickets Ps. Thanks for the photo of us actually looking cool @marialporcaro 🙏🏻 #frankcarterandtherattlesnakes #america #andtherattlesnakes #deanrichardson #doctoryuck #bronsonbluebelle 🖤⚡️🌹🔮🗡💎
I fucking love Tattooing. Huge thank you to all my customers past and present for your trust and patience while getting tattooed by me. If you emailed about September I’ll be getting back to you in the next few weeks to lock in some more appointments. Thank you all 🖤🙏🏻⚡️
While B and I were taking a well deserved rest in the woods, away from the rest of the world a little baby birdie flew into the window of our cabin knocking itself out cold. I scooped them up and gave them a little rub and after a while they kicked back into action although in full blown shock mode. B snapped this picture of them looking like a shook little Ewok and me giving them a gentle pet and saying everything’s gonna be ok and one day they would grow up to be a big strong eagle or something. I love little birdies. So fucking cute. Look at the little face 🥰 Thanks for the picture babe @blarnie 🌹
Ten years ago, I released an album called Grey Britain with my brilliant brother @stephxcarter and the awesome dudes in @gallowsofficial The rose and shield was part of the cover art and a decade later it’s still as striking as it was the first day I cut it together from some ancient reference. I wanted something symbolic of the strength and fragility of the country at the time and this seems to have stood the test of time and I think it still speaks volumes to anyone who sees it. I’ve been painting non stop in my studio and I’ve been building up to this project. To commemorate the ten year anniversary of a record that was integral to my development as a musician, artist and human being I am going to release a limited edition of Grey Rose paintings. Each painting will have a completely unique kaleidoscopic background to breathe some light and love and chaos back into an album that gave such a huge amount of light love and chaos to my life. You can Preorder one from August 1st at 9am until August 5th when the preorder will end. The link will be in my bio! They are 23.5”x 30” Each is hand painted by myself with the black shield and rose screen printed for a perfect finish. I am about to head out on tour again and when I return at the end of August all these paintings will be boxed up and shipped out to their new homes. These paintings will start shipping first week of September and if they don’t sell out during the preorder window then you can try and snap one up September 1st.. If your budget won’t stretch to an original then you can snap up a print of this one as a preorder instead. Prints will ship first week in September also! Thank you for reading, thanks for your continued support. I love you all and I love my life and everything I have been able to create and continue to create. Feeling lucky to be here. #frankcarter #gallows #greybritain #frankcarterandtherattlesnakes
The start of something monumental for me. I have been working tirelessly in my art studio late nights and early mornings to try and unlock a style of painting that spoke to me and spoke about me. I had been working on some paintings for a couple of years and I was beginning to find some peace in them. They were a kaleidoscopic incendiary explosion of colour and chaos that overlapped and ate each other up until they collapse in on themselves and slumped against the walls of my studio defeated... then one day I painted over one. I just took a tin of black primer and painted over two years of work. Slowly watching the colour and the chaos disappear into darkness while simultaneously bringing life to the hidden being in the painting. my whole feeling towards the paintings changed. Suddenly the characters, the feeling, the message was there in front of me. Zeroed in, target acquired. Now I look at them and the balance is correct... the subjects a beautiful chaotic, pandemonium of light and neon, love and lust, sex and power, life and death but they felt alive. Dynamic and deadly and most powerfully of all the darkness was on the outside, surrounding them and in that darkness they shone more brightly than they ever had before. This is one of the smaller paintings I have been working on: Ossuary Acid Head 22.5”x30” 2019
New sculptures in progress. I sourced real world objects dead, decommissioned and derelict and gave them a sparkly new lease of life by breaking them down into panels of the most hideous candy coloured glitter I could get my hands on. We have been desensitised to the horror and tragedy that surrounds us in the world and yet the simple application of a shiny new veneer renders these totems of death and destruction almost toylike and in confusion or attraction they are suddenly much harder to ignore. They sit idle in my studio and sparkle under the lights and I wander about their previous owners, previous lives, entire histories, lives saved, lives ended preserved forever mummified in glitter and glue.
Most of my favourite musicians drew me in because of a unique way with words not necessarily a way around sound. I have always admired great storytellers, and while I love getting lost in a great story (read Blood Meridian) I’ve always had a special fondness for artists who are able to capture the atmosphere of a time, a place, a situation in enough words to birth a song. I have always endeavoured to write one of those great songs that perfectly capture the vibe of a moment. To give you enough of the story without ruining the punchline. I spent the last two years exploring, and while I was doing so I received a fair amount of judgement. Sometimes firsthand but often third party. It made me think, a lot. There are good behaviours and bad behaviours, healthy and unhealthy choices, and everyone has a limit... you will never learn how to discern good from bad, healthy from unhealthy or find your limit until you learn for yourself. You should never punish yourself for pursuing things that other people don’t understand, but you must learn from those situations and act accordingly in the future because if you don’t, that’s when you risk becoming a Supervillain. SUPERVILLAIN Bordelle on the floor Valentino’s by the door And your love is running down the hall Naked as the day she was born She says there’s strobes on the dance floor Molly in the punch Girls straddling horses Just begging to be loved With Silver on my teeth And nightshade as my shadow She whispers in my ear Let me take you to the chateau Break a heart and make a monster Don’t move, you’re an imposter Sever the love and then you prosper As hard as this is one day we will be stronger Walk in the door Heavy gets the breathing Up the stairs Louder gets the screaming Open the curtain Visions being bludgeoned Sodom and Gomorrah Is a warehouse in east london. Bordelle on the floor Valentino’s by the door And your love is running down the hall Naked as the day she was born 4am at forbidden Wrestling with my demons I feel like a good man But I’m a fucking heathen Standing in the bathroom Staring down the mirror Who do you think I am? I’m a Supervillain.
I started posting all the lyrics and made a concerted effort to write about them in a way that gave you a different perspective or at the very least an honest insight of what each song meant to me. Each time I tried to write about Angel Wings it sent me into panic, as if I was betraying the song itself, somehow painting it as insincere. The truth is, I don’t know what to say... and I don’t know what to say because I am a man, and I have been conditioned by patriarchal society to suppress my emotions. What that has meant to me throughout my life is a debilitating frustration and rage growing inside me. I protected it and defended it by never talking about the true feelings I had every day. I crushed them down and ignored them, kept pushing them down until one day I tried to push them down and they pushed back. They pushed back and rose and seeped into my life. Pouring in through the windows and the chimney, raining down from the clouds, falling from the stars, rising up the stairs until my house, my friends, my family, my life... I couldn’t see them. Everything was black. I sat in that abyss where love cannot exist and I became as shadows are. I kept moving but with no direction, I kept working but with no purpose, I kept talking but with no meaning and I kept connecting but with no kindness. Until one day it was too much to bear and I decided I had had enough. The details are not important, I am here. I am alive. Air in my lungs and blood in my veins and love in my heart and infinity in my mind and I want to live and breathe and smile and talk and sing and dance and draw and play and care and paint and walk and run and climb and lay and kiss and hold and laugh and I want to experience everything. Because I have been given the gift of life and I refuse to sit in an abyss of my own creation blind to all of the beauty in my life. So here are some pictures of me enjoying life, all taken in the weeks and months after that day. Each one invokes the promise I made to myself to enjoy every day I have on this pale blue dot and spend as little time in the shadows as possible. Think I’ve spent enough time in the darkness for one lifetime.
Health. Easy to see healthy people right? You look at their skin, their weight, their hair,their teeth. You look at that person and if everything checks out then you walk away satisfied there’s one more healthy person in the world. Physical health is easily understood. You either look well or you don’t. Mental health... fucking nightmare. I wake up every morning and I put on nice clothes, do some press ups, drink some water, brush my teeth and I look in the mirror and I see all the indicators of a healthy person. Except it’s a veneer. A shell. A cloak of skin and flesh thrown over a glass skeleton that protects my most tragic insecurities. I took this photo in Warsaw after beating the shit out of myself for three days on stage because I knew it was the only place I could do damage to myself where no one could stop me, the adrenaline would numb the pain and most sad of all... I would be celebrated for it. This is a face that I see a lot. Broken, dehumanised, fragile, sad, hungry for love and affection and validation. Nobody else sees this face because I protect it fiercely as patriarchal society expects me to project nothing less than perfect domination. Well I can’t anymore. So I refuse. I was posting the lyrics to the album last week and I stopped when I hit anxiety because I couldn’t move past it. I wanted to share but didn’t want to embarrass myself or my loved ones. This month is #mentalhealthawareness . Every fucking month should be. So here I am explaining to you that I have an amazing life that I am lucky to have, and for some reason I still don’t feel whole. I’m slowly digging inside myself to try and understand why that is, but along the way I keep failing. I keep failing but I keep trying. Because I want to grow and be a better person. A better human, brother, son, father, friend, partner... I want to be a better person. For all of the people in my life, but mostly for myself. Because that is what we all deserve. Just because you someone looks well, doesn’t mean they are. Talk to each other, and listen. Take time to understand people’s pain, it might help you with your own. Love to anyone struggling today 🖤
END OF SUFFERING has been out for almost a week, I’ve purposefully not tried to shove it down your throat as life is so much sweeter when we discover the things we need by ourselves. tomorrow we find out our week 1 chart position and as of the midweek we (NUMBER FUCKING THREE!!) were sat in that chart next to so many incredible artists that it was really overwhelming. If you want to be part of this insane rock an roll love story and help us try and hang on to our second consecutive top 10 album then please buy the album, stream it, download it TODAY! 🖤 ...and I’ll high five ya when I see ya next x We play the coliseum in Watford tonight and you can still get tickets from @empirerecordsstalbans and @thelpcafe !!! Now enough of the sales pitch, I hope this album helps you as much as it helped me. Please don’t be strangers, let me know what your favourite songs are, your favourite lyrics, your favourite riffs and beats... Thank you for all your support it is absolutely mind melting that so many of you have backed our band. I love you x
Love is such a powerful game. It makes seemingly intelligent humans make ridiculously stupid decisions. It pushes people together and pulls them apart. It’s the reason we spend the early evening hours getting ready, doing our makeup, ironing our clothes, fucking shaving... and it’s the reason that we end the late morning hours scraping our friends off the floor after they’ve fallen asleep in their sick, crying to themselves about someone who didn’t fucking deserve them in the first place. Love can move mountains. Love can feel like you have everything you ever wanted in the world. And Love can feel like you have lost it all and it’s never coming back. It’s a powerful, dangerous, beautiful, terrifying, wonderful game. And it’s a game that I can’t stop playing, even if I’m Not very good at it. I never seem to understand the rules. Amy said it best when she sung the song ‘Love is a losing game’. When I heard that song I really believed she meant those words. I tried to ask the question that mattered most to me... if love really is a losing game, then why do I play it again and again and again? Sidenote: I wrote a lot of these songs when I had very little love for myself. I’m not sure there is a sadder game you can play, than a game of love where you are the only player and you still intend to lose. Look after yourself out there everyone, love is a battlefield. LOVE GAMES I keep sitting down to write this song But every time I do, All the words come out wrong. Maybe I don’t know where to start, So you say from the heart, And I say I would if I had one. If love is a losing game Then why do we play it again? And again and again and again and again. I am full of bitterness and lies And they say your soul is hidden right in your eyes, And I reckon they are probably all right. That’s where it would be Right Where it would be if I had one. And love is just A healing flame But this pain Never fades away away And I dont want to play In your love games
The world tells you to be yourself... so you do. And then the world tells you... no, not like that. Be yourself like this, be yourself in these clothes, be yourself listening to this music, reading these books, watching those films. Be yourself but kiss these people. Be yourself but don’t kiss those people. Be yourself but only if it fits into our preconceived idea of who you are. And you sit there with your head in your hands confused and disappointed and a bit sad because you have no idea who you are supposed to be... and the world whispers why are you anxious, just be yourself. Hmm not ideal. Probably a better idea would be to never allow yourself to be defined by other people’s opinions of who you are or who you should be. You get one life and living it by anyone else’s ideas of what are right and wrong is an absolute betrayal of yourself. So people... say it with me... when someone tries to label you, and put you in a box.. go and get the fucking crowbar. CROWBAR We all came from an explosion in the sky One day there was nothing and the next there was life. The rivers and the mountains and the sun and the moon And then all of a sudden it’s a cloud of doom. It’s a trap, There’s no comfort fitting in. A fake safety that no one believes in. And if it goes against who you think you are It’s the death of happiness So go and get the crowbar We all fell down from a giant dying star. stardust on the breeze to fucking pick an avatar. From nothing into all and then the next thing to arrive Is a terrifying fear of how your supposed to live your life People everywhere will try to bring you down Those jealous motherfuckers They will try and take your crown. It’s easier for them to put you in a box, keep you safely out the way, Because they hate it when the boats rocked. But fuck them all They don’t tell us who we are So when they try and lock you up Go and get the fucking crowbar
You know that feeling when you are newly single and you finally stop crying long enough to look in the mirror and realise that actually you are a fucking beautiful badass and the world is your Oyster card so you dry your eyes and get a haircut and buy a new outfit and start doing those 5 extra press ups in the morning and you think those press ups are making a massive difference but it’s actually just because you cried all the water weight outta your body and you haven’t eaten for a week, so you start flexing on yourself and everyone around you to remind them who’s the fucking queenking... this song is all about that feeling. That confusing but beautiful time when you are broken hearted but full of optimism and you are promising yourself you gonna run free and smash everyone and be the sexiest naughtiest most charming and handsome version of yourself that’s ever lived... except then you hit a problem. A problem unexpected. A problem you can never foresee. You fall in love. This song is about walking out one night as a one man army locked in a war of lust and meeting someone so funny and beautiful and sexy that it stops you dead in your tracks and you fall straight in love and all you know is it’s going to fucking hurt when you finally hit the ground. HEARTBREAKER I think I love you and I don’t know what to do Cos we are living with the problems we should both be working thru And without them, Will we ever know. I was gonna be a reckless man, A narcissist without a plan A ticking bomb underneath the dam But then I fell in love When I close my eyes I see your smile And I feel love When I close my eyes I see your smile And I feel love. I think I love you and it’s tearing me apart Because the problems that we both have they are problems of the heart, But without them Would this feel so good. I was gonna go out burning bright Up in flames til I’m blinding white I was gonna be a heartbreaker But then I fell in love
Im a human being, depending on who you ask.. and as such like all other human beings i am extremely multifaceted. (It means I got a lot of different sides to me) I think one of the most important lessons I have learned in life is acceptance. Accepting all those different sides of us no matter how scary they might be to us, how little sense they might make.. the sooner you accept every side of yourself the faster your path to balance and the quicker your journey to wholeness. Among all those sides is your spirit animal side. The side that you flex when you feel good, the side that shines through when you feel unstoppable, when nothing can touch you. When you are equal parts Connor McGregors swagger, Stephen Hawkings intellect, and Billie Eilish’ toplines. My spirit animal is a Tyrant Lizard King. Which is the actual translation of Tyrannosaurus Rex. Flexing this side of you is good for your confidence, good for the soul and good for attracting a cuddle buddy. Unfortunately like all things in life, if you let this side get outta control or forget how important balance is then when you finally take a breather from rampaging as your spirit animal, quite often you turn around and see an absolute trail of destruction caused by a foot stomping, tail swinging, head crushing, sexy ass, motherfucking bad version of yourself. And THAT is what we are trying to avoid. So while it’s important to accept all sides of you, don’t let any run riot in your life. For your own sake and the safety of others. TYRANT LIZARD KING Ten miles high With electric eyes Breathes in the moon And he breathes out the night Dressed for death in heavens Like a meteorite Took all of his leathers From a dinosaur fight Ice cold Born bold Never bought and never sold First kiss knockout swing Fire breathing Tyrant lizard king Stars on his knuckles And a snake as a crown won’t take your wife He’ll take the whole damn town He’s a god damn good man Always got a master plan Smiling at the firing squad And somehow still an underdog He’s a Tyrant Lizard King He’s the alpha and omega Everything in between Yeah he’s a god damn Venom spitting Tyrant lizard king
Some people are butterflies, they float through life resplendent in their own beauty which they largely ignore as they have no idea they are a beautiful fucking butterfly and they have bigger things on their plate, like dodging predators. Some people are spiders, they watch and they wait, carefully spinning their web which sparkles in the sun and glistens in the night and looks like a beautiful place to lay down and relax safe from the world. Along comes a butterfly, floating through life dodging bullshit and suddenly they find a beautiful web to lay their head and rest. And this is when the spider comes crawling from the abyss and tucks the butterfly in and whispers it will keep the butterfly warm, keep it safe from danger, and it wraps the butterfly until it is covered. Trapped. Suffocating under the spiders love. What I’m saying is this... the wrong type of relationship will kill you. Be with someone who loves you for who you are, not what you can be for them. Here are the lyrics to the first song on our new album End of Suffering which is out on Friday. 🦋🕸🕷 Why A Butterfly Can’t Love A Spider in the sun I want sleep and in the night I’m a devil Cos my dreams are of hell And your dreams are of heaven And ill show you something special So come dance on my wire And these are the reasons why A butterfly can’t love a spider When I am high I'm in heaven When I am low, Im in hell. When I am up I’m a sinner When I am down I am unwell Cos it might keep you warm But you can’t see the fire. It might keep you calm But youre in love with a liar And while you dance all night You watch as the web gets tighter And these are the reasons why A butterfly can’t love a spider.
I haven’t got the first fucking clue about the art world. I’m surrounded by people who have made a living from it but I still couldn’t tell you how they do, I’m not even sure they could. What I do know about art is it gives me peace. I’m at my most calm while lost in a painting for hours. Here’s a photograph of one of those peaceful moments, while I was applying the finishing touches to a new painting called The Ghost. I’ll keep painting and singing and tattooing and taking photos and writing until the day I die. Which I hope is very very very far away as I quite like listening to Arctic Monkeys and Sleep while I paint into the early hours in my beautiful fucking studio and one day I will find the right room to hang them in and you can come see them sparkle.
35 and alive. Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes. You are all wonderful and I’m very happy to have you in my life. Here’s a 35mm selfie reminder to GET YOURS. Life is for living my friends, love to you all x
Rock music will never die. Obvious fucking statement I know but stay with me here... Rock music will never die because it is the eternal muse. It is raw, passionate, savage, personal, vast and explosive... what it sometimes lacks in finesse it greatly makes up for in depth. Rock music is a lone wolf in a savannah full of sheep. It leads and doesn’t follow, and the few times a handful of rogue sheep try force it to follow it bares it’s teeth and mauls with a ferocity and intensity that reminds all the other sheep who’s the fucking boss. While Rock music might not be the zeitgeist, it is always there watching, waiting for for some broken motherfucker to come along and pour every ounce of heart and soul they have left into 12 inches of wax which will eventually act as talisman, bible, sword, antidote, catalyst to the other broken souls who listen to it. I am a broken motherfucker and I can promise you that of all the things I did last year, pouring every ounce of my spirit into this record was the most important. I am proud of this record in ways I have never felt before. My favourite lyrics (see End of Suffering), my best vocal performance (See Love Games), the most brutally honest I have ever been (see Angel Wings) and the best song writing that @deanar and me have managed to magick up (see the entire fucking album) There are loads of different versions, buy one, buy all, download it, stream it, steal it, get them for your friends or your partners or your kids or your pet. Buy them from record stores and get tickets to our release week gigs and come and meet us and talk to us and let me sign these records in front of you and put it in your hands and say thank you while I look you in your eyes. The album comes out May 3rd. Please pick up a copy, the album means a lot to @deanar and me and everyone else who was involved... especially @cammymix @tomthelion @assaultbattery And know this.. on chart day When we find out how many records we sold, I will be losing myself in the album knowing that it now belongs to all of you.. and that makes it infinitely bigger than any fucking number. Photos by @garethgrover @duranite @tomadamgreen 🧡💛💚💙
Open letter to all musicians, bands, men about the number ZERO. If we see someone being assaulted in the crowd, and we stop the gig... then unfortunately we have already failed. We have failed because in order to demonstrate correct behaviour ONE member of our audience had to be assaulted. I think it’s important that we all understand the only acceptable number of people assaulted at gigs is ZERO. That should be and should have always been our gold standard. Time to be PROACTIVE instead of REACTIVE. Dedicate a song during your set to all the members of your audience who identify as women and non binary human beings as a safe space for them to crowd surf, mosh, dance, enjoy with ZERO threat to their physical, mental or sexual health. Give them space at your show to be free. To live without fear. That song, those three minutes might be the first time that day where those people have ZERO worries. @andtherattlesnakes have been doing this for the past few years, and while it’s a beautiful thing to watch, We didn’t start doing this as self service. The only way we change the landscape going forward is to proactively provide a safe space for EVERYONE at our gigs. When you give women and non binary people space at a show it changes the natural energy for the better. The atmosphere changes and becomes lighter, more positive and focused. The testosterone levels drop and the sometimes overwhelming masculinity (as societally defined) in the room drops to a less offensive level and for a short time balance is restored. Hundreds of years of patriarchal conditioning multiplied by mob mentality and tequila shots is enough to turn intelligent humans into arse bearing, vomit wearing, Neanderthals. It’s incredibly frustrating that we have to keep reminding men about acceptable behaviour but that is EXACTLY what we will do until change is exact. If we want to move mountains, we all need to pick up some rocks. Please drop me a line and let me know how it goes, if we all start doing this now then in ten years we won’t have to talk about this anymore. No offence intended, equal rights for all. Start with what you know 🖤
When @deanar and I started this band in my old garage 5 years ago I made him promise me two things... 1. We would always have fun. (if we weren’t having fun then it would become work and we deal in high emotion so making that feel like work can be seriously damaging to your health.) 2. No matter what happens between us, even if the first album is a disaster or we hate each other by album 2... we MUST release a third album. We had both been in bands before and neither of us had ever got to the elusive resting ground beyond the boulder problem (watch Free Solo) that is a third album. You see, in any musical career... once you give an artist the time, freedom and space to write three albums worth of songs, then you really can begin to understand not only who they are, who they have been but most importantly who they want to be. This is the important part. Too often we lose incredible artists into no mans land because they just weren’t given enough covering fire to make it to a safe place. They die, cold and alone, shot to pieces by critics and fans who like an old album more, or decide the step they took was far too brave and move the ledge so there’s nothing to hold onto. They bleed out on stage under the same glitter balls and led lights they have stared up at a hundred times and those unwritten songs, those unheard songs from another world slowly drip out of them into the mud and are swallowed up under a mire of insecurity and fear and tiredness. Well, not on our fucking watch. Dean has always been the brains of this operation but every now and then he’s needed to be the brawn too. So here he is running through fucking no mans land with an album of songs to celebrate the fact we are all still here living and breathing. While he runs stoically head down, hair in the wind.. I am stood topless with a rifle the size of my body ready to one shot one kill any motherfucker who gets in his way. NO ONE CAN STOP US NOW, ALBUM 3 IS HERE. It’s hope incarnate for me and I am more excited about playing these songs live for you all than anything else so please come and see us at one of these shows. Photo of me by @duranite Photo of @deanar by me x
I am wrecked. I feel broken. I’m rundown and worn out and im not sure I slept a full 8 hours in the past 5 weeks. Too much adrenaline and emotion flying around. Too much catharsis on stage every night. Too many people to party and play with and certainly not enough dark hours to do that in. But the overwhelming emotion I am feeling right now in this moment is HAPPINESS. I feel happy. Yeah I feel all the other things too, but I am happily exhausted because As I sit here on this flight back to London my mind is flooded by the new memories I have made. The nights I stayed up to the early morning discussing world domination with my new friends in the Horizon. Pulling a headstand on an old friends shoulders who I hadn’t seen since tattooing him years before. Repairing burnt bridges at the back of a dark bar with a friend I have known for almost 15 years. Staring into blue eyes as the sun came up in the city. Kissing handsome boys and learning secret handshakes. Staring through my camera lens barely able to contemplate the beauty of the scene in front of me. Having the deepest conversations with people I had just met. making healthy choices at the end of a long night rather. Riding an absolute wave under the fireworks in Sydney harbour surrounded by talented passionate intelligent people and feeling as though everywhere I went I was making new lifelong friends. So, if we had a moment in any capacity over the past 5 weeks, just know that I am sat on this plane thinking about it fondly and feeling very happy to be alive and proud of who I am. Here’s a picture of pure exhaustion. @deanar snapped this one of me after a RSD show at the Ace Hotel A few months back.
Dear Mum, You are an angel, you are love, forgiveness and understanding personified. Hugging you is being 5 years old again, not a care in the world, eternal happiness in my mind. You are a teacher, and in your lifetime have been a beautiful example of how to lead with kindness and patience over dominance and fear. You have trained girls to become fierce, strong, dedicated World Champions and watching that materialise in the world around me has given me a sense of pride and hope that I cannot explain in words. But I will try... It’s resplendent and magnificent and your talent is as confident and overflowing as you are modest and humble. You are a martyr, you sacrifice constantly to create a better existence for myself, my brothers, our partners and our children. You are my mother, and all I can do is hope that I make you proud when you are reminded I am your son... Even a fraction of the pride I feel when I am reminded you are my mother would go some of the way to explain what you mean to me, and in fact what you mean to everyone who meets you. Happy Mother’s Day to you. You are a phenomenal woman and continue to be the greatest mother I could have ever wished for. You are probably going to hate this photo, and this post and for those two things I am sorry. But it was important for me to express how I am feeling when I am thousands of miles away from you today and most other days. I love you 🌹❤️
Anxiety I don’t know who I am, Everybody telling me they can’t believe I can... Feel so depressed and unimpressed And be so stressed when I’m so blessed I got it all and they got less So sing this song with me Raise your hands and stamp your feet If you have got what you believe Is a life full of anxiety And I’ll tell you that it’s ok Because it doesn’t have to stay this way And there’s a better place for you and me. Where we can be happy. Well hey Guess what It’s my life And I work real hard to get this far But it doesn’t mean that I can ever sleep. And hey guess what It’s my life And I try my best but it’s never right And I don’t know what’s wrong with me Cos I should be sweet But I’m not happy. The song is out now everywhere, go listen, go learn, then sing at the top of your lungs. I fucking love you all. Be kind to yourselves x
I think one of the most interesting parts of being a musician is the distance. The distance you cover in your time touring... It makes you realise how big and small the world is all at once. Enables you to visit remote places and make beautiful friendships with strangers who had no idea who you were yesterday. You keep those friendships throughout your life and suddenly after a couple of years of touring you have friends all over the world. It makes the world so small. It takes cities and countries that were nothing more than a romantic daydream and it drops you in the heart of them and suddenly your reality is an otherworldly softness of new sights and sounds and scents and language and taste and colour. You carry it around with you and one day you realise that you are not just a boy from Hertfordshire anymore. None of us are. We are all born of this world and we are built from our experiences. You return home with new designs, new recipes for life. Literally and figuratively. I love traveling the world. I feel incredibly blessed to do what I do and be who I am. I love taking all of that home and sitting with my daughter in the butterfly house at Whipsnade Zoo and explain to her the different types of butterfly I have seen all over the world. One day I hope I can teach her about the more complicated parts of life, and I hope to use everything I have learned and the world of experience inside me that can only be gained from experiencing the world. What I’m trying to say is this... I feel so lucky to be touring and travelling the world, and I will continue to give everything I can to the shows and the fans and my band and everyone I meet...... But I still miss my little girl. So yeah. The distance... it’s not always good and it’s not always bad, but fuck it makes things interesting.
If you suffer from anxiety, there are a LOT of things you can do about it. Medication, therapy, group counselling, exercise, helplines etc etc. But what you NEED to do is manage it. You need to accept that Anxiety is present in your life and do everything you can with your day to day life to have small victories over it. Create, dance, sing, draw, climb, walk, run, sit, stretch, speak, don’t speak, meditate, breathe, eat, smile, cry... find new ways to take one stone out of the mountain and throw it far away from you or crush it into dust and watch the next breeze the blows a problem your way also blow the dust of the last problem into the distance. #abetterplaceforyouandme is exactly that. Please use this hashtag and the platform to record your victories over anxiety, to promote a healthy awareness of anxiety and to eliminate the perpetuation of Suffering that is so easily done when you feel overwhelmed and anxious. Walk your dog, climb a wall, go to a gig, paint a picture, bake a cake, read a book, make a tea, call your mum and dad, go to the gym, watch your favourite film... just make sure that it comes from a place of LOVING YOURSELF. Because if you don’t love yourself you will really struggle to find that better place, and life is a beautiful thing, the world is a beautiful home and none of us are here for a particularly long time so I think it’s about time we started to care about ourselves and each other and enjoy the beautiful gift of life that we all have. #abetterplaceforyouandme
Post show shower psycho. Ace hotel after shredding the basement. Usually that first shower after a show is pretty intense, wipe yourself clean of the sweat and the tears and blood and spit. The bile and energy and alcohol and the sudden explosion of repressed emotion makes for a cathartic and messy affair. So I stand in the shower and I let my physical and emotional wounds bleed a little while... and as water pours over me I think about how peaceful it is to have a quiet mind for 10 minutes at least. What I’m trying to say is... if I don’t come out and meet you after a gig it’s because I’m stood in the shower enjoying the calm. 🤷🏼♀️
This is Haze. she is the calm and beautiful dog of my friend @deathsure. I took this photo while we were hanging out in Sheffield before we played. I’ve been shooting constantly for the past couple months, my friends, my family, my enemies, my hate, my love, my lust, my sex, my happiness, my sadness, my success, my failure and everything else that falls in front of the lens. I did my first studio shoot the other night, got some really beautiful photos and learned so much. I am not interested in the glossy perfection of the destination. I want to shoot the raw and real beauty that you find along the journey. We leave for tour next week and I will have my camera in my hand. If you are reading this, I want to take your picture. 🖤📸🖤
Tour starts in less than a week, can’t wait to see more of this every night.. Energy in Portsmouth 💥🙏🏻💥
TODAY IS INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY AND THIS IS WHAT YOU SHOULD DO: 1. Tell all the women in your life how important they are to you. 2. Talk to women and girls about their lives and listen to how different they are from your own, and ask what you can do to make it easier, safer, fairer. 3. Read something written by a feminist writer to try and help you understand the weight of the patriarchy and the problems we all face because of it. I suggest The Will To Change by Bell Hooks. This is @ginamartinuk - She campaigned tirelessly for two years to make up-skirting illegal. She actually changed the law so that it would better protect women for generations to come. With the advances of technology and wireless messaging, taking photos and sharing them has never been quicker or easier which is why the changes that Gina helped make to the law to criminalise up-skirting are so important and necessary. We met on the set of @bbccrimewatch where I was talking about the importance of creating a safer environment for women at gigs. On the way home I asked if I could take her photo and I snapped a few on 35mm and this was one of them. She just wrote a beautiful post about how real it is and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. TODAY IS INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY AND THIS IS WHAT YOU SHOULD DO: 1. Tell all the women in your life how important they are to you. 2. Talk to women and girls about their lives and listen to how different they are from your own, and ask what you can do to make it easier, safer, fairer. 3. Read something written by a feminist writer to try and help you understand the weight of the patriarchy and the problems we all face because of it. I suggest The Will To Change by Bell Hooks. I wrote that part twice because I really wanted you all to listen. With love and respect 🖤🌹💅🏻😇🙏🏻
When you start playing new material as a band its a bizarre dichotomy. You are incredibly excited to release these new songs into the wild, and at the same time terrified as to how they will be received. It can be a daunting time playing those songs to an audience who are bursting with energy and want the safety of familiarity of the songs they know. But without progression how can a band evolve? Without taking big risks and cutting well know songs from a well rehearsed set you just slow the entire process down. Sure you could wait for the album to be released and then another 6 months while people digest the songs, but even then... you are still faced with the brutal savagery of the unveiling. The moment the cloak is lifted and you finally reveal the shiny new daggers you have been so busy crafting. For many artists and musicians I imagine that fear must be crippling. Luckily for me, I’m in @andtherattlesnakes. On our recent tour of the UK we played 5 songs from our new album and this was the scene every fucking night. I took this photo on stage in Bristol while we played Heartbreaker 💔 Long live the fucking Rattlesnakes x
I love this guy for many reasons, but mostly because I felt a true kinship with him when we played together for the first time. Energy has always been an important part of the process and the first time we stepped onto a stage together, albeit a concrete floor in @sangbleutattoolondon and we started playing our songs live for the first time I knew I had found someone special. @deanar is raw fucking passion, melted down like lava and when he gets his chance to vent it usually involves some form of explosive performative eruption of his true self. I think I caught a glimpse of the devil inside him in this photo. Taken onstage during our Portsmouth gig. 🌹
EUROPEAN TOUR - Who’s coming to these shows? If we aren’t playing your city/town/village/mums house it’s probably because we are playing a festival close by in the summer and a lot of festivals have exclusivity clauses in the contract... sorry to spell it out but now you all now the boring logistics of being in a rock band... TRUST ME, I would love to play your mums house. So now you know, no fucking whinging 😘🙏🏻🤷🏼♀️
European tour is happening in March. I will be persecuting myself on stage for your pleasure every single night. The young king @duranite is joining us to document the whole trip. I will have my cameras too and I am looking to shoot every day. So if you know of some great hidden place or some interesting hidden people please write me some clues on how to find them because I am sick to death of being trapped in a bus or a venue all god damn day. I need to breathe in the world. Thank you 🖤
This is what a Rattlesnakes mosh pit looks like. We are actively creating a safe space for all at our shows. It’s a beautiful thing to witness. Look at this photo. So much energy and love and passion. And so many girls in the pit with no fear and giant smiles. I will keep pursuing this until it’s an everyday standard at all shows. Much love to you all x
You wanna know how tour was really? It was like this. Every fucking night. I try and tell people that I have the best view but they never believe me. But it’s true. I get to witness carnage, pure unbridled emotion delivered in all its extremes like an exorcism of the soul. Joy, fear, happiness, sorrow, anguish, pain, ecstasy. This is what I’m interested in. I just had 15 rolls of film developed so expect more regular posts from me over the next few weeks. Especially more in this series... faces in the crowd. Shot by me, in the middle of a performance during our show in Margate. I would like to think that nothing was lost and everything was gained from doing this. If you are interested in shooting with me then please position yourself in the mosh pit 💥🤷🏼♀️💥
Tour is over. It was phenomenal. Thank you all. I am sick as a dog. I’m going to sleep for weeks now. See you in a bit. Thank you @garethgrover for this photo of me in my natural habitat in Bournemouth x
Tour starts tonight @black_futures and @andtherattlesnakes Every night is sold out. Playing bare new bangers. Come and mosh to everything Love you all. Thank you for the best job in the world 🖤🌹💥
Been following @bexeyswan for a while now. He takes all genres of music that have inspired him and finds the moments within those genres that resonate most with him. Then goes away and tears them apart to learn why it moves him before rebuilding them all in his own unique style... Effortlessly. You might look at him and think he’s from another planet... I’m not sure about that, but I do know he is on another level. Demon Boyz 2019 - Kentish Town
Art has played an important role in my life since I was very young. For as long as I can remember it has been my best friend and most savage critic, a place to lose my self and find myself at the same time. I took this photo in Berlin at @blainsouthern It’s titled Albion and it’s by @matcollishawstudio It made me feel a lot of things, but mostly happy to be alive. “The tree is interesting because it wants to die,” Collishaw tells me. “It’s very, very old, and it’s held up by these steel crutches. It has chains internally, holding it up. It’s very sad. This great, majestic old thing looks like some kind of S&M sculpture. So it becomes a portrait of England – this mythical idea that everyone wants to believe in, which is perhaps something we should let go, and accept the fact that England is mutating and becoming something else all the time.” The Artist as always summing up the phantom and ethereal with simple and natural eloquence. Leave your house, go to a museum or gallery and don’t worry if none of it makes sense to you yet. One day you will see something and it will make your brain and your heart and your soul explode at the same time and then you will realise that somethings never need to be understood to be enjoyed. 🖤
The United Kingdom is small. I mean... one of the longest trips You could do is from the south to the north and you can drive from London to Scotland in eight hours which for some people is less than a day in the office. When I toured in America, kids would constantly meet me after the show and talk to me about how happy they were that we had played a show near them as it was so rare that bands came close. When I asked how close they lived it transpired that they actually lived 6 or 7 hours away and had used the opportunity to take a road trip with their friends. The United Kingdom is small. 7 hours drive you can cross a sea and get to many different countries in Europe. I guess what I’m trying to say is this... if the show that we are playing in your home town has sold out then instead of being defeated why not hop in a car, train, bus and get tickets to a show in a different town. Meet some new friends, see a new venue, and make the world feel a little smaller. There are tickets left for a handful of shows on our tour. Margate, Bournemouth, Swansea, Coventry, Liverpool and Edinburgh. Each has its own charm, beautiful art galleries and museums, churches, cathedrals, venues, pubs, restaurants and most importantly PEOPLE. So instead of being defeated by missing the gig on your doorstep, leave your doorstep behind and go and have a new adventure. Link to tickets is in my bio. Good luck x (Chances are if I meet you at a show 6 hours from your house, I’ll probably put you on the guestlist for the show on your doorstep anyways...) And to all our worldwide family... what’s the longest you have ever travelled for a gig? Let me know. See you all soon x 🧡💛💚💙
Tour starts in 18 days... tickets are available from 10am today. I’ll post the link in my bio to make it easy for ya. If you have preordered the album then you would have been given a preorder code which means you can go online now and type in that code and buy your tickets. Sounds awesome right? Well it’s nearly awesome... some of the shows have already sold out of pre-sale tickets. If you are trying to buy a ticket for a show and your code isn’t working it’s because there are no more pre-sale tickets left for that show. Basically.... At 10am today tickets for our tour are available and if you want to come then you should set an alarm. Good luck to all of you. I’ll see you in the pit 💋
I took this photo the moment I realised we got it right. The desk in Alan Moulder’s studio at Assault & Battery. Alan has been one of my favourite producers / mixers forever. He made so many ground breaking brilliant records that absolutely shaped my life. (Smashing pumpkins, Nine Inch Nails, Foo Fighters, Queens of the Stone Age, Foals, Placebo, Marilyn Manson, Royal Blood... the list is long) We went to his studio to listen to the playback of the whole record and I felt like we had achieved something amazing. I am so proud of the record we have made, it’s written entirely about the last two years of my life and it’s as honest and intimate as it is brutal. Thank you to everyone who has preordered it already, I fucking love you. 🖤
Right, maybe let’s try that again. This time from the toes up. These are my toes, they are painted red. My mate did them for me on New Years Eve. I woke up the next day and looked down and this is what I saw. And I thought to myself... Fucking hell bruv your feet are sexy as. Fellas, talk to your partners and ask for a pedicure. It will blow your mind and chances are your partner will love doing it for you. Then post a picture of your sparkly sexy new feet and tag me in it so I can send you comments like “damn babe, nails are fierce 🔥🔥” etc etc. Wear nail polish, don’t wear nail polish it’s entirely up to you. Not telling you how to live your life just telling you to try new things as it might open your mind to who you are. Signing off, your masculine/feminine/everything in between friend. 💅🏻
I’m not ashamed of my body. Not ashamed of the fact I wear nail polish. Not ashamed of my tattoos. Not ashamed of my ginger pubes. Not ashamed of my nudity. Not ashamed of my sexuality. I am however disappointed that some people were so offended that it was taken down. Thank you to everyone who messaged me in support. Particularly the men who messaged to say how they wished they were brave enough to post something similar. You are ❤️ So just to reiterate... I didn’t delete it. I thought I looked fucking handsome with my cock out. Now you gotta wait for @henryhudson_bk To get to work 😂 Ps. Sorry mum x
End of Suffering 1. Why A Butterfly Cant Love A Spider 2. Tyrant Lizard King (feat Tom Morello) 3. Heartbreaker 4. Crowbar 5. Love Games 6. Anxiety 7. Angel Wings 8. Supervillain 9. Latex Dreams 10. Kitty Sucker 11. Little Devil 12. End Of Suffering May 3rd 2019