Ep 556 Blag Dahlia of the Dwarves on new album and tour with Eyehategod in 2025!
If punk rock were a war zone, then the Dwarves would be the band barreling through it in a flaming van, middle fingers raised, amps cranked to 11, and blood still dripping from last night’s gig. Formed in the 1980s in Chicago, the Dwarves became infamous not just for their music, but for their pure commitment to never giving a damn. Fast, loud, and offensively proud, their sound is a dirty cocktail of hardcore punk, garage rock, and shock-value stage antics that could make even G.G. Allin flinch.At the heart of this madness is Blag Dahlia, the velvet-voiced villain with a smirk as sharp as his lyrics. Blag isn’t your typical punk shouter—he’s a crooner of filth, delivering twisted tales of sex, violence, and satire with a voice that sounds like Elvis Presley lost a bet and joined a biker gang. Whether he’s wearing a feather boa or bleeding from a mic stand injury, he commands the stage like a glam-rock devil who wandered into the wrong basement show and made it his throne.Over the decades, the Dwarves have become legends in the underground, not because they followed the rules—but because they lit them on fire. Their live shows are the stuff of punk folklore: sets barely over fifteen minutes, instruments destroyed, nudity, arrests, and occasionally someone getting clocked in the face. Yet somehow, amid all the chaos, the music remains tight, catchy, and unmistakably them—riffs that bite and lyrics that cackle at societal norms.What separates Blag from the rest of punk’s chaos cult leaders is his mind. Behind the band’s provocations and obscene album covers is a guy who’s sharply articulate, darkly funny, and undeniably intelligent. He’s written books, dabbled in podcasts, and can quote literature just as easily as he can scream “Let’s get drunk and f**!”* on stage. He might play the villain, but he’s got philosopher bones under all that leather and glitter.The Dwarves’ discography is a glorious mess—albums like Blood Guts & Pussy, The Dwarves Are Young and Good Looking, and How to Win Friends and Influence People aren’t just punk records; they’re declarations of war against the sanitized and the safe. And Blag? He’s the warlord, waving a flag made from a torn fishnet shirt and a bottle of Jack.In a world where many punk bands soften with age, the Dwarves and Blag have only gotten sharper, stranger, and more delightfully unapologetic. They’ve aged like a beer can left in the sun—dented, dangerous, and likely to explode when shaken. And that’s exactly how their fans like it.https://thedwarves.com/
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