Hippie Freak Fag Relapse

Please check out our album release, Hippie Trance, for a remix entitled “Hippie Freak Fag Relapse!” This is an extended version of our pioneering single release, “Hippie Freak Fag.”


Hippie Freak Fag All Over Again

As in the original release, this is a 140 BPM song by The Hell Raisin’ Hippies. Dimebag Darrell inspired the song with his unique brand of guitar playing. Yes, Dimebag Darrell was a dedicated heavy metal guitarist and this song is an EDM track. However, the unique sounds Dimebag Darrell produced on the guitar encouraged us to try some of them on an EDM track.

Erica Protrusion
Erica Protrusion for Hippie Freak Fag

Freaks

Freaks
Tod Browning’s Freaks

BARKER
We didn’t lie to you, folks. We told you we had living, breathing, monstrosities. You’ll laugh at them, shudder at them, and yet, but for the accident of birth, you might be even as they are.

The camera reveals an attentive group of patrons standing. On the wall is a sign “Sword Swallower,” and in the background we glimpse some indistinct figures seated, as if on display.

They did not ask to be brought into the world, but into the world they came. Their code is a law unto themselves. Offend one, and you offend them all. (He leads the crowd to a fenced pit, whose contents are hidden from the camera.) And now, folks, if you’ll just step this way, you are about to witness the most amazing, the most astounding, living monstrosity of all time. (A woman screams.) Friends, she was once a beautiful woman. A royal prince shot himself for love of her. She was known as the peacock of the air…

Flashback to a beautiful woman performing on a trapeze. On the ground a pair of little people, male and female, dressed in formal attire, watch from behind a curtain. The female midget, Frieda, says something in German to her companion, Hans.

HANS
She’s the most beautiful big woman I have ever seen.

FRIEDA
Why, Hans, how you talk! I should be jealous pretty soon.

HANS
Ah, don’t be silly.

FRIEDA
Don’t be silly? I think this woman’s making eyes at my Hans. Of course, I ain’t jealous.

HANS
Oh, Frieda, my dear, I have eyes for only one woman–the woman I ask to be my wife.

Freaks