The Bohemian Cult Revival is...
Wolves are dangerous creatures, hunting in packs, devouring the weak. Sometimes predator and sometimes prey, we humans have long struggled to share this world with these lithe creatures. Sometimes, though, when the moon is full and a soul sings just right, the wolves will take a human into their pack. One story goes that while Romulus and Remus were babes in the cave, taken in by the wolf-goddess, DangerAlex sat quietly in the back of that cave. She watched. She waited. She knew her time would come.
How, then, did the Bohemian Cult Revival tame her wild spirit? Who’s to say that we did? It was Frankie Dismay, however, that adopted and took in her raw, savage heart. He saw through her fiery conception and mischievous nature. Her noble, golden spirit called to Frankie like a beacon in the dark, and welcomed DangerAlex into her new pack: The Bohemian Cult Revival.
Born on the banks of the mighty, muddy Missouri River in a town heavy with jazz and smoke, Annie Cherry was destined for infamy.
She grew up listening to tall tales from the the fey-folk at the bottom of the garden. As a young woman she joined a coven of green witches, learning the ways of the moon, and the fecund earth. Through avid study and natural inclination, she rose to the status of High Priestess out there in the woods. Back in the city, Annie fell prey to the allure of a belly-dancer's swaying hips and following her lead, took to the stage. What better place from which to cast her spells, than the theatre? These influences created a woman of an other-worldly nature. Someone who knows how to conjure, how to banish, and how to make love.
More recently, Annie summoned this magical nine together to create The Bohemian Cult Revival, so we can help you forget your troubles, and make a little trouble of our own.
Damian Blake is an actor of many faces, and none of them get enough sleep. Based out of Kansas City MO, Damian has entertained everywhere from the back rooms of dive bars to historic music halls, from busking street corners to international corporate events. He is a trained actor of the stage, an expert in pantomime and clowning, the 2013 Kansas City King of Burlesque, an emcee, singer, whiskey guzzler, professional ham, and all around silly son of a bitch. He's an international recognized Charlie Chaplin impersonator, having appeared as Charlie everywhere from Hollywood CA parties, Las Vegas conventions, New York's Gotham Hall, to backwoods Arkansas weddings and shady Midwest casinos. He fell in with the Bohemian Cult revival through a fast-talkin' redhead named Annie Cherry, and will pretty much do anything to make an audience chuckle and get a little hot under the collar.
Some people grow up with silver spoons in their mouths, while others have to steal that silver and put it to better use. Danny Dismay grew up moving along the Marais Des Cygnes River, learning to hustle, grift, and bootleg. Once he was old enough, the Ozark Mountains started to look too small, and so his wanderlust expanded from mists of the Cascades to the rolling Appalachians. Together with his brother Frankie, they found kindred spirits wherever there was moonshine, banjos, and a cozy fire.
It was around one of these fires that Danny discovered the Bohemian Cult Revival, performing their magical theatrics under the open night sky. He thought it was just another traveling carnival act, until The Hoodoo Woman took the stage. Entranced and exhilarated, Danny joined her and found a power and rhythm within himself that he’d never expected. The stage called to him like no moonshine ever had.
Growing up in the house of Dismay means fighting for every spare scrap of food and attention from the cradle until the door hits you in the ass. Needless to say, Frankie Dismay has been in more than his share of scrapes, brawls, and hustles. The day he met The Bohemian Cult Revival was the day he died, and the day he discovered that he can shrug off death like other men shrug off coats.
The only shot that ever did knock him down came from DangerAlex’s bow, but his brother Danny made sure he got back to his feet. Some say that he coined the phrase “ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies” long before that hack Goldsmith stole it. He’s known, especially when he’s thoroughly peloothered, to be a VERY vocal proponent of mischief, booze, and cunnilingus. He’s also a noted pescatarian and balloon animal activist, but only when he’s sober, so those are very much in question.
Born to the Irish tradition of singing and telling stories, Katie is no stranger to the lure and call of the stage. From a field to the Folly, the underground to the Unicorn, and early morning to Late Night, she's been seen in paint, pantaloons and poetry.
She will tease as she pleases as the audience gasps and wheezes…
with a wink and a smirk, she will continue to work her way through the audiences of Kansas City; come hell or high water, she is this gorgeous town’s daughter.
She found this Bohemian family via her sister the Scot, where even this bio is accepted, although it's pure rot.
So sing with this songbird, dance with this diva, but remember she shape shifts…and naught (save a fine pour of whiskey) will truly reveal her.
Born to occultists and soothsayers in the swampy South, Sara d’Joue was whisked across the Atlantic as a mere babe by La Famille de Bohème. She toddled backstage at the Moulin Rouge. She played with other nomadic children in the back of a wagon traveling across Scandanavia. She blossomed into womanhood in the south of France and first found love high in the Alps. But wherever she did roam, the dirt between her toes always made her feel right at home.
The story goes that when Sara d’Joue was born, her afterbirth mixed with the waters of the bayou, and an eternal bond was formed. When she weeps, the land floods. When ill, drought and famine accompany. Whether Sara responds to the land or the land responds to her, nobody knows. One thing is for certain: when the audacious enchantress Sara d’Joue shakes her hips, the Earth itself rumbles along in time.