The Bleeding Tree

<p><em>'Girls I think your father's dead. I knocked his knees out. I conked his head. I shot that house clown in the neck.' </em></p><p>In a dirt-dry town in rural Australia a shot shatters the still night. A mother and her daughters have just welcomed home the man of the house-with a crack in the shins and a bullet in the neck. The only issue now is disposing of the body. </p><p>Triggered into thrilling motion by an act of revenge <em>The Bleeding Tree</em> is rude rhythmical and irreverently funny. Imagine a murder ballad blown up for the stage set against a deceptively deadly Aussie backdrop with three fierce females fighting back.</p>