The Estates

Brandishing their own style of Tropicana, slack-jaw, indie janglepop, Dance Hall Paradiso have burst forth from their previous pseudonym The Estates, in preparation for their metamorphosis into Dance Hall Paradiso. The five-piece is about to hit not only with a new name..., but a whole load of new, a new look, a new single (‘This Is The Truth’) and a brand-spanking new EP (as yet untitled). Armed with a sackful of hook-laden, krunktastic tunes and the ever-present desire to light fires in random places, Dance Hall Paradiso are suiting up for a what will no doubt be an explosive year. So, for those people who enjoy: - Being entertained by a group of polite, well-dressed young folk (and sometimes ‘Guerneyed’ by Mr Guerney) - Ditties about love, loss, murder, rocket-ships, pirates, extinct dino-birds, and the occasional prostitute - Watching straight edgers lose their $#%@ Then Dance Hall Paradiso are your cup of tea .... with a Tim-Tam thrown in for good measure! Some thoughts from the band – Matt (Keys)- "The Estates are running the nastiest, smelliest, most squalid band in the world and things aren't going well. The promoter guzzled all the food, cash is running low and most of the event managers have fled without paying!” But things are on the up with the arrival of a new band name, some exotic underwear and some fish hats. The band is is about to indulge their passion for panty pilfering whilst desperately trying to impress the fragrant public! But with jilted bandname rivals in hot pursuit and something decidely iffy about the fish dinner, Dance Hall Paradiso are going to need a miracle to escape in one piece." Alastair (Lead/Vox)- "Dance Hall Paradiso is a place. It's a beach resort in the desert. It's got a pool with no water. It has palm trees but no grass. The doorman is emaciated and has yellow eyes and yellow teeth. It's the kind of place people go to stay and never leave. It's home but not the home you wanted. Out the front there are two pink flamingo statues that are getting faded and old, and seem to be glaring at anyone who walks in. Run down and beautiful at the same time. It's a garden party in the desert." Sarah (Violin)– “Is like drinking a cocktail out of a coconut...Or out of a pineapple. But I find a coconut is more suitable.” Alex (Drums)- "Dance Hall Paradiso is a sunset dripped in pineapple juice and a bowl of sultanas." Tom (Bass)– “Dance Hall Paradiso is run by the midget from Twin Peaks who talks in clicks. DHP is on a cold, boulder-strewn peninsula jutting out into stretch of Italain coast completely void of any sand or tourists. Waves break, salt water sprays. Inside it's warmer, but there doesn't seem to be anybody you particularly want to talk to. The barmaid would be really attractive if it wasn't for the massive mole on her cheek. However, when you try the Home-Made Paradiso Punch ™, the room fills up with excited, glamorous people and you have the night of your life. Until you wake up in the morning, and the whole place is empty again, except for the midget-proprietor who cooks you scrambled eggs himself and, once you're finished, leads you to the door.” Tom (Bass)– “Dance Hall Paradiso is run by the midget from Twin Peaks who talks in clicks. DHP is on a cold, boulder-strewn peninsula jutting out into stretch of Italain coast completely void of any sand or tourists. Waves break, salt water sprays. Inside it's warmer, but there doesn't seem to be anybody you particularly want to talk to. The barmaid would be really attractive if it wasn't for the massive mole on her cheek. However, when you try the Home-Made Paradiso Punch ™, the room fills up with excited, glamorous people and you have the night of your life. Until you wake up in the morning, and the whole place is empty again, except for the midget-proprietor who cooks you scrambled eggs himself and, once you're finished, leads you to the door.”