Glam Rock ‘n’ Romance with Marion Belle

Fatal Jamz is the kind of band that stirs your inner delinquent—that part of you that wants to get your sequins dusty as you run wild into the kind of night that, despite all odds, ends up changing your life for the better. Front man Marion Belle says he, too, is only interested in these kinds of musicians, the ones you see onstage for one song, or hear for a second on the radio, and then that’s it—they’ve got you.

With a snow white Stratocaster bought at a pawn shop, he headed out to the Valley for some singing lessons from a woman in a pink wig. A couple bands later, he’s now got Fatal Jamz—and we’ve got an exclusive track to release after we pick his brain a little. The glam-pop songs on their new record, he says, “try to narrate the story of someone waking up at dawn, in the morning in Los Angeles, and their journey through a hazy and insanely fantastical world, until the end of night.” That’s exactly what we got from their “Scorpion Chain” video, directed by Abigail Bean, and how it felt when they played our Halloween party.

Mesh or lace?
Cherry lipstick trace on the white leather upholstery.  1955 Ford Fairlane and the Sunset Strip.
Glam rock or new romance?
For me rock ‘n’ roll began at an arcade in the mall near my school when I was 13–something about being a teenager in America is insanely lonely and mythic and there are so many people out there in the wilderness, you want to sing them a song of great insane beauty.  Because someone sang you a song that reached you, you know how it feels and you don’t want them to be alone, either. You can’t let them down–or yourself–and you’re being chased by that thought, so you dive into the heart-shaped pool, beneath the turquoise waves, and you drown in haunted melodies. While beneath the waves you commune with Gia Carangi and Sebastian Bach. You surface for air, emerging outside Versace’s South Beach estate. You fall sleep on a white sand beach while palm trees sway beneath candy neon lights…
Make it happen or go with the flow?
Make it happen every single day, whatever you do. Live for your bitchin’est dreams.
Choices or decisions?
Choose the wild thing, go with your heart, you can save people and yourself. Remember love hurts, but that’s the dreamiest part.  Somehow, be the best friend to everyone you can be.  Never forget the first time…or the last, and always be a babe.
Black light or moonlight?
Black moonlight as it follows you naked, like a strobe through emerald forests at dawn.
Fast times or easy rider?
Die young and leave a gorgeous corpse but don’t leave your babies cryin.’  Easy Rider, bi-yatch.