“Where I grew up there are no bitches, there are no guns, there is no money, but where I grew up there are tanks, there  is religion, there is politics. All other music, I just don’t understand it. It doesn’t relate to me.” —French Sayer

You can’t be a part-time heavy metal fan. Or a part-time artist. And one of our favorite hessian artists French Sayer puts it plainly in this roll around his new hometown (formerly of London) of Melbourne, Australia.

Check out more of his dark work here at: Funeral French