OUR JOURNEY INTO SOUND
Sound
Welcome to the enigmatic world of Neon Gods and The Last Rites Strippers. Rising from the underground scenes of eclectic urban landscapes, our band is a fusion of past and present, darkness and light. Exploring the alleys of your mind to night drives on desolate freeways or by nighttrain.
Neon Gods and The Last Rites Strippers blend neo rockabilly, post-blues, no wave and electronic music that echoes the pulsating beats and ambient soundscapes of Detroit Techno. Our music is a lo-fi journey, crafting soundscapes that explore the depths of freedom, boredom, and the intricacies of nightlife and the human condition. Each sound is carefully woven to challenge, provoke, and resonate with a global niche audience that finds solace in our distinctive 'noir' auditory world.
Neon Gods and The Last Rites Strippers invites you to explore the shadows and flickering lights of nightlife through our songs, where each scarce performance is not just a concert but a profound encounter with art.
Experience the power of sound that bridges the gap between the ties and hassles of everyday (night)life, the ephemeral and the eternal, and see why we continue to resonate with fans across the globe. Let the journey begin. Escape. More often. And further...!
NECK KISSES, COFFEE DATES & MIDNIGHT CAR RIDES
In the misty shadows of the Asian metropolis (Hanoi, Taipei, Bangkok, Macau, Tokyo), Europe (Amsterdam, Berlin, Brussels, Budapest, Paris, Prague), and the US (NYC to LA), where neon whispers against the forgotten walls of alleyways, the singer-guitarist of an obscure music band roamed. He was a silhouette, a specter haunting the night with the raw melody of a world that never sleeps. His days were marked by neck kisses in the shadows of dark corners, where go-go dancers with smoky eyes whispered their tales to the city’s fading beat.
Coffee dates occurred in hidden cafes, where the last remnants of evening guests mingled with the morning mist. Conversations were soft and laced with the seriousness of those who had seen more of the night than the day. In these hours, between dusk and dawn, he carried the city in his bones, the music in his soul.
A midnight car ride on Avenida De Lisboa (葡京路) in Macau could be his escape, a brief reprieve as he drove his old Kawasaki through green-lit tunnels, as if he were a character in a Wong Kar Wai film — every moment stretched to eternity. The city flashed by in a blur of lights and shadows as he headed to an underground club where his band awaited. There, under the dim glow of light bulbs, shredding guitars, pounding beats, and a voice that sounded like an echo from a long-forgotten era shook the walls. Neon Gods and The Last Rites Strippers played their last tune that night.
Smoky Speyside whiskies were comforting in the late-night bars, the conversations charged. Here he fed on the tales of lost souls, his inspiration. In this world of contrasts — of dazzling neon and suffocating darkness — he found his true expression. His music was a reflection of the city; beautiful, brutal, and mercilessly honest.
He lives where nightclubs beckon, and each performance is a ritual, a fervent surrender to the music that both binds and frees him. In this city, characterized by its perpetual night, he is both king and prisoner — or:
'Ni dieu, ni pays, ni maître'. And as dawn breaks, the tones of the last song fade, lost in the twilight that will call him out again as night falls.
Journey
X- Neon Gods & T L RS!