Directly following the Belgian-Finnish Conflict, former Les Savy Favian Gibb Slife found himself in Louvain-La-Neuve, just South of Brussels, on an U.N sponsored good will tour. Playing in the ruins of a burnt out cathedral, a face in the crowd caught his attention.

Defying strict codes against fraternization between musical troops and refugees, Slife met Marike Damhuis. By sunrise they had six songs. Dutchess, as they would come to call their union, was born.

Now the issue was to safely smuggle Marike out of Belgium. Slife, still on tour, telegrammed friend Timothy McConville. Through his connections in the import-export industry, McConville was able to bring Marike to the States in a shipment of oriental rugs. And he plays the drums.

A scorched earth sound. The soul of loss. Fury for a gone world.

Dutchess is an explosive act.

They blow like roman candles.

Hear for yourself.

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