Willie Dick, a vagabond creating musical and visual mayhem with contact mics, meat cleavers and a butchers block. Weaving stories of pain and mistrust. The final war cry of a man tittering on the edge of sanity.

Willie is currently lost in the Italian Alps recording his forthcoming E.P “My House, My Rules”

My youth was a glutenous diet of Cod Liver Oil and the Gospel According to Luke. Sticky oil seeping out of my skin, angelic words thrashed into my brain. It was inevitable. Like a ten foot tattoo miniaturised on the inside of a lip.

Willie