We are Dominic Nation & The Dirty Dead, who are you?

2014 was the year. Originally it was gonna be Dominic, a lonely roaming soul who was a solo artist and a horror inspired, bright eyed kid off the block. He wrote his horror punk tunes, smoked cigarettes and enjoyed the odd woman now and then. All that changed (apart from the smoking, and women, and smoking hot women) when he met Violet, the paisley one on a sincere craigslist offer. Once they hit it off in The Office, Swansea. they started exchanging info and ideas with Murderdolls being a big influence during this encounter. His next words were very important “I’m in”.

Their next encounter was a question of “What can we do with this?”. Violet had an awakening of glam in his bones. It was an impulsive and risky spark, but making bad decisions is what they’re all about. Classical 70s was brought up, the clash of the minds between these two odd pairings, think Rob Zombie meets Van Halen.

The date was set for their first gig, rehearsals were rampant, Mutant Reavers picked up on this new little Swansea band and soon they were gigging with people like Lupen Tooth, Argyle Goolsby, and The Cryptkeeper 5, the boys were hot shit. Argyle Goolsby rumbled the new flamboyant, questionable new look and stage direction, the boys were kicked up the arse.

The reputation soon grew as the Swansea Halloween band. With band members coming and going but the cocaine cowboys were still sticking to the root of this band. Now, the story of J. J.

A dreary welsh weather night. They hauled their arses up to Jac’s in Aberdare, where they were the second to last band on. Due to the rock and roll lifestyle of the other band members, there was the absence of a drummer 20 minutes before the set. This was not their night. The boys packed their bags and make up kits to sling in the back of a banger Suzuki. They hear this bellow of a Scottish twang. The result of this holler was a 6ft 5 beast with an almost identical look to Dominic, could this be? Dominic from the future coming back to save the band? Well, no it was J. J. Marauder. He exclaimed across the carpark littered with fag butts and bottle caps “I’ll drum for you, you can’t not play”. The boys rush back in with their sorrows behind them, scrambling onto stage and told him to just wing it. What happened was fate, somehow J. J. improvised with a tom drum and a cowbell to hand and the result was a new bond between these two boys and their new found guardian angel.

This takes us up to now. The trio are about to release their new EP with small beginnings of hanging out at Jack Murphy’s and day drinking to… hanging out at Jacks and day drinking but now with a bit more stress and rewards. Please feel free to ask questions about where the cheapest places to drink, what the futures like, what’s it like to go through an airport security with that much metal in your trousers and anything in-between.

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