About Vibralux
“Our Parts Engendered Enraged. Divided by Shallow Complaints.
Dissected by Masters, Masters of Fakes. Plastic Bitches, Plastic Bitches.”
Vibralux is 100% Certified, Wild, Sustainable, Organic, Free Range, Alternative Glitter, Grungy, Glam Rock.
Hows that for a bio statement?
Vibralux AKA “Vibrant Light” Is a Cabaret Alt Glam-Rock-Band of Trashstick proportions. Mercury Mad, accompanied by miss-gendered Acolytes combine 90’s Grunge, Cabaret, and Show Stopping Glam Rock with Myths built from their Greek and Roman counterparts. Vibralux puts on an “Old School” organic Kill or be Killed Rock experience with face melting solos, shouts, chants and thrown objects.
Vibralux originated in Lawrence, Kansas as the Glam Theatrical love child of lead singer, guitarist, and front “person” Mercury Mad. Anything go’s was the founding musical mantra for Vibralux. Their first release, Plastic Bitches Vol II was a booze stained home recording describing Mercury’s journey to Earth from Planet 3 of TRAPPIST-1 Also known as Vegas in Space. (No, this is entertainment we don’t take these stories seriously caught ya there, crazy)
Their first full length album, Trans-mission was a further story of Madzuko’s Earthly travels and a work of dedication to all things Glam inspired.
Madzuko’s primary influences being Antonin Artaud, exploitation film directors, Russ Meyer, John Waters, and of course musical influences such as Sondheim, Bowie, New York Dolls, and T-Rex.
Heavy glitter makeup, androgyny, and fire breathing phalluses were just a few of the tricks turned on the first Vibralux stage shows.
Trial, travels. tribulation, and movement led to growth, simplified form, and changes in cast and crew. Vibralux and it’s music continued under the name Mercury Mad & The Plastic Bitches.
The name, meaning “Shallow Complaints” was derived from fan commentary, the ongoing divisive influence of social media and advertising, and the band’s first demo offering.
Madzuko replies: “The tag Plastic Bitches was a statement of artistic indignation over issues of division pushed to sell products in advertising media as well as irritation with bands who would refuse to perform or play their instruments; as if an audience comes to a show to see them cry about life in crappy clothes with a blue lightbulb hanging over their head. No wonder people gave up on Rock”.
“I wanted a show that portrayed Rock in all it’s aspects. In other words a full show that hyped a story. Rock has risen from being an old whore to an Ancient Mythical Religion.
We couldn’t very well call the band “Shallow Complaints” however, because then everyone would think we were some kind of mellow toned Jazz band.
Although elements of Jazz and Progressive Rhythm are inherent in our mix we are too agressive to be considered anything other than a Rock Show”.
“One suggestion at the beginning was to call the band Space Fags, although it was a fabulous name we decided to add that idea as a song on the first album instead”.
While on the Road the Dolls met with many strange and Gnarly figures coaxing them down the stairwell of Nostal to the pits of Vitriol.
Several years of struggle with, trials, tours, reputations, and member changes Madzuko had resigned The “Vibrant Light” to annihilation due to personal issues of “life and health” from constant touring and perhaps simply uhhh … “partying” a bit too much.
The Dolls had clearly been broken frozen “cocooned” and enshrined upon the stairwells of Nostal with little hope of life beyond the gates. Said dolls, however dead they seemed, rose again piece by piece.
Presented with an induction of small and varied vibrations their parts resonated in fervor for the resurrection of the Archaic Rock and stage performance once loved and followed by many of their first congregants.
Piece by piece they reformed. They returned from Vitriol sewn together in once wrenched and wretched carrion, climbing the petrifying stairwells of Nostal they emerged as Acolytes.
Calling together their odd sundry pieces they were no longer a dolly’s “Miss-placed Parts” the project now rebirthed; reformed with changes in members, mentality, and musicality.
A new phase is on the horizon, a new album with an ironic twist is just above the stairs. Stay tuned, and keep your ears peeled and your eyes to the stage.
The Doll awakened, our own Galatea will step down from the pedestal to gather her followers for the great dance. Vibralux, “The Vibrant Light” Mercury Mad, the Acolytes with their Army of Dolls known as The Plastic Bitches are on the rise to shake your ancient bones once again.
#VMMPB THE CONTINUED SAGA OF THE VIBRALUX Travels of The “Vibrant Light” AKA Vibralux, The Catharsis Ritual;
The Doll Who Lived and the great plastic Resurrection.
SCRIPTURE OF VIBRALUX ελαφριά δόνηση elafriá dónisi Resurrection V phenomenon Vibralux.
Dance of the Dolls
CHAPTER V 1.
By treacherous paths our Dolls of the “Vibrant Light” return from the nether-world alive. 2. Their former faction, a mystery defined by boot dusts of travel. 3. Their highway of excess maligned by a thin road of gravel. 4. For it was at this crossing their concrete highway met the gravel road. 5. In it’s corner lived that nostalgic and grotesquely amputated stump known as Anachron. 6. A first glance provided one the impression of a wooden tree stool. 7. Lonely Anachron was instead built of twisted foot, leg, and torso of godlike Earthlings admired but long dead. 8. For however well off and worn to death they were, cut short from life by conspiracies that rivaled fiction and horror. 9. For one half life or less meeting their demise by a mysterious age of 27 some were taken by over-consumption. 10. Another taken by a bursting brain. Another by riot and suited violence. Another alone and choking gluttony claimed. 11. Their memory lived as the perpetual corporate trophy for Anachron. 12. Their further life unknown. 13. For by their contracts they were claimed to feed akashic Vitriol* 14. The stump, well fed Anachron, claimed ownership of them all, their rights, their riches, their spring and fall.
THE CONTRACT OF GNAR (Spell of Mine)
15. Behind Anachron, a great and gnarly figure tall, arose before that ancient hungry Vitriol. 16. Sceptre forward bespoke his spell upon our weary Hollowed Dolls.
17. “You belong to me.
You are mine.
You belong to me yes you are mine.
We can change your styles.
Just give into a smile.
It may just change your life.
You belong to me.
You are mine.”
THE MOTHS SPEAK
18. Aside this gap, a single lamp in aged glass hung lonely in the eve. 19. This candle’s swinging light was enraptured by a tornado of drunken nymphs or rather “moths” whose wings produced strange and alluring tones. 20. Joining them, intoxicated by the revelry of their movement, 21. the dolls followed by flame and winged dust down a stairway leading to what some refer to by elder terms as “a darker realm”. 22. It was by the loss of their parts and pieces upon said path our gatherer, 23. Mercury, by way of shouts, chants, and fits of wrath determined to escape the well and proclaim the final message of the Vibralux.
WAR OF THE SHALLOW COMPLAINTS
24. Madzuko continued in faith to gather those dismantled parts tossed into the wounds of this broken cunt-tree. 25. Our ritual is born from these experiences of great treachery. 26. Latter loyal congregate parts, sewn together for the sake of Art. 27. Their congregation shouting to the nether parts lost, alone, broken and discarded to the closet toy box. 28. Thus raising with them those hollowed parts emptied of life by the vapidity and vitriol of this shallow world.
“Dance of the Dolls V 1-30”
Catharsis of the Dolls (Purging The Shallow Complaints) We uphold the ancient standing tradition of Vibralux “The Vibrant Light” keeping it alive in ritualistic mixtures of unified story telling, myth making, insults, grunts, shouts, chants, and thrown objects. We ask those fallen into the stairwell separated by the swords of polarization to unite once again in revelry and mutual human acceptance by way of our cathartic Ritual of Dolls.
Mission of the “Vibrant Light” We are the broken parts of makers, creators, painters, dancers, singers and writers for souls that belong with one another.
Together we wake to our connection as one creative body.
We are the shattered parts of neglected corporate trash.
We are the discarded lot. We are bored of synthetic scenes.
We are the parts of one being in an aggressive fight for self repair.
Will you gather with us? Together we shall “un-cocoon” to sew these as one.
Learn therefore our chants, our songs, our myth, and make them yours as we raise our hallowed hearts, fists, glasses, and voices together once again.
Join us in the mutual re-connection of these ridiculed and separated parts.
For those of us who love and create are the vibrant light.
We are the understated mirror to this world.
For it is written.
“Let us Dance,
Let us Love,
Before we turn to nothing
Your machines will turn to rust;
idle blood and bone to dust,
which tomorrow,
will be gone”
Vibralux “Prayer for Galatea”
*Vitriol* A vast aged akashic wound that separates human kind binding them to hatred, sadness, and acts of immense desperation.