Thanks for Nothing
If you’re not in the mood… trust the Reverend who NEVER makes a mistake
With their exaggerated pompadours and their trashy morbidity, the Gruesomes were to Canada what the Gravedigger V were to the California garage scene: subtly debauched teenagers drawn to a twisted passion for a sixties imagery of filth that they would never renounce, even as the entire neogarage scene collapsed around them. Gruesomology is therefore first and foremost a tribute to their consistency but also provides a comprehensive snapshot of their historical period, from the participation in It Came from Canada to the Live in Hell! of 1989, stuff that each of you should make sure to have and, above all, understand.
They were zero technically.
Pure teen exuberance drowned in a visceral love for the most fervent garage punk and the most decrepit R 'n B.
They were passion that became a living thing, grabbing you by the throat.
25 pearls of wisdom, no bullshit.
Franco “Lys” Dimauro
If you’re not in the mood… trust the Reverend who NEVER makes a mistake
With their exaggerated pompadours and their trashy morbidity, the Gruesomes were to Canada what the Gravedigger V were to the California garage scene: subtly debauched teenagers drawn to a twisted passion for a sixties imagery of filth that they would never renounce, even as the entire neogarage scene collapsed around them. Gruesomology is therefore first and foremost a tribute to their consistency but also provides a comprehensive snapshot of their historical period, from the participation in It Came from Canada to the Live in Hell! of 1989, stuff that each of you should make sure to have and, above all, understand.
They were zero technically.
Pure teen exuberance drowned in a visceral love for the most fervent garage punk and the most decrepit R 'n B.
They were passion that became a living thing, grabbing you by the throat.
25 pearls of wisdom, no bullshit.
Franco “Lys” Dimauro
IlConte
26 aug 22
DeRank ™: 10,63
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