Ryan Parks of B. Hamilton has a very carefully honed internet presence. One can tell from an instant glance that his band, which has two albums to its credit and a third on the way, is LOUD and unapologetically rock n’ roll. That’s because the B. Hamilton Facebook page is in permanent caps lock mode, and loaded with irony and dark humor.
Check this status update from July 25, 2013, as a prime example:
“HEY GUYS. I THINK I SMELT MARIJUANA AT THE UPTOWN SHOW LAST NIGHT AND JUST WANTED TO PERSONALLY APOLOGIZE FOR THAT KIND OF BEHAVIOR. WE DO NOT ENDORSE OR CONDONE THAT KIND OF LIFESTYLE, AND WANT TO INVITE YOU TO OUR NEXT SHOW ON SATURDAY WHERE THOSE ACTIVITIES WILL BE DELT WITH SWIFTLY. LETS NOT LET A COUPLE BAD APPLES RUIN THE ENITRE ORCHARD, OK? GREAT. SEE YOU THEN. ALSO, HUFF GLUE UNTIL YOUR BALLS HIT THE STRATOSPHERE.”
Sarcastic, annoying, crude, even offensive. That’s B. Hamilton’s online persona in a nutshell. Or, more simply, “rock n’ roll.”
Coming off like a stockier Greg Dulli with added nervous ticks and a heaping dose of f-bombs, Ryan Parks certainly gave Parlour to Parlour its most rock n’ roll interview ever. So make sure you cover your kids’ ears for this one. Actually, on second thought, fuck it, just go ahead and crank that shit up. They’re gonna learn this stuff eventually anyway.
P.S. – I hope you like cats. ‘Cause if you don’t, you’ll be twice as annoyed watching this interview as you would be otherwise.
P.P.S. – To Josh Homme: I dare you to invite B.Hamilton to open for Queens of the Stone Age on your next tour. Or at least invite Ryan to participate in some Desert Sessions. ‘Cause that shit would be awesome.