Dark, deluded and dangerously danceable
Paris Suit Yourself - My Main Shitstain

Boom! And you’re in! Paris Suit Yourself manically pull you by your ear, dragging you through a strange, busy crowd. Somewhere in the distance there’s the din of ‘God Show Me Magic!’ era Super Furries and broken, jazzy ragtime interludes of Orleans swing and blues; you quickly make a breakneck pass at TV On The Radio’s indie soul before hitting an afterhours speakeasy, Jack banging them out on the piano into the smoke and hop-soaked AM. Dark, deluded and dangerously danceable, Paris Suit Yourself are the inspiration for wild dance floor seizures, or, at the very least, lucid gonzo dreams.


Words by Reef Younis


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