Disposable: Sex Mask On Tour

I got my ass ate at Sex Mask. A best seller.

You don’t really know someone until you see them on tour.

You don’t know what someone’s insides are like until you’ve seem them load in at some dinky place thousands of miles from home on a couple hours sleep and a few drinks deep. Sadly, so few have the opportunity, and thus, few people really know each other. Think of the thousands if not millions of couples who’ve been married for decades and have never really seen each other’s stripes. How sad.

That isn’t the case, though, for Melbourne-based band Sex Mask, whose new EP, Lockjaw, they set out on a tour of the UK and EU to promote, and whom we provided a disposable camera. They get to see their delicious insides, and thanks to the magic of emulsive chemistry, so do you. Listen to the EP here, see what else they’re up to here, and scroll down to see what your new favorite band is really like

Scorpion bowls at the Leeds tiki bar have become an unlikely ritual. 

Scrunching the head of our guy, Ben. Shoutout soundpeople, backbone of the game. 

TM Holly showing us her shuffle.

Arriving to heaven (Brighton, England). 

Kaya finds refuge in a book.

Chopping it up in the van. 

Scoundrels awaiting pickup in London.

Shortly before regretful decisions were made.

Show game: How many songs does it take for Wry to take his shirt off? 

Pre-shirtless Wry singing his heart out.

Our Dearly Beloveds, Vinnie and Kaya.