Lush is like a cum dumpster.
So much graffiti is self-indulgent posturing at the moment, so it’s refreshing to see someone who tags their name in sperm and anal beads. We spoke to Lush about his (not really) forthcoming book; ‘Really bad tattoos and railing coke off a tranny cock.
Hey Lush, who are you?
I’m dat nigga in the club that don’t dance. Just be in the back arms folded, cap pulled down, just in tha club scopin eyrthang.
Nice, where are you based?
This shithole called Melbourne in Australia.
Have you always written Lush or did you start out with something else?
I used to write Doc Johnston, Venom 187, Sniper, DJ Paul and Hitler 45, Stunna Stalin, DIPSET, Jew Bagelstien, Anal Cunt, Fuckmaster 22 and Acid.
When did you get in to graff?
It was the year 1972. A wild tropical stormy night in Barbados. I was traveling aboard a whaling ship bound for the cape. The captain in a sickening haste rushed into my cabin crashing through the door. “START WRITING GRAFFITI!” he bellowed with a threatening grimace. So that is how I got into graffiti.
Obviously your work is pretty sexual, was that because you were bored with the mundanity of all the usual shit up on walls, or just because you wanted to paint some dicks?
Its like that Seinfeld episode where Geogre decides to mix eating food with fucking his girlfriend. Jerry “I’ll tell you what you did, Caligula, you combined food and sex into one disgusting uncontrollable urge.” So swap out the word “food” with “graffiti” and then you’re on par.
Any sketchy moments out painting?
I see a lot of dogging going on, sometimes I’ll go over and get in on it.
What’s the deal with your book? Is it out yet?
My book will be an autobiography on Dennis Rodman called “Really Bad Tattoos and Railing coke off a Tranny cock”. It’ll be out next solstice of the crescent eagle.