For All I Care

If you don't feel like it... rely on the Reverend who NEVER fails

With their exaggerated pompadours and their trashy morbidity, the Gruesomes were for Canada what the Gravedigger V were for the Californian garage scene: subtly depraved teenagers drawn to an unhealthy obsession with a sixties filth imagery that they would never renounce, not even while the entire neogarage scene was collapsing around them. Gruesomology is therefore, first and foremost, a tribute to their consistency but also offers a comprehensive snapshot of their historical period, from their participation in It Came from Canada to Live in Hell! in 1989, stuff that each of you should make sure to have and, above all, understand.

They were the technical zero.

Pure teen exuberance drowned in a visceral love for the most vehement garage punk and the most dilapidated R 'n B.

They were the passion that became a living thing, and it grabbed you by the throat.

25 pearls of wisdom, no bullshit.

Franco “Lys” Dimauro