The Gruesomes - Santa Claus

Let's conclude the tribute to the band with this, pur mua, ZZ

If you’re not in the mood… trust the Reverend who never goes wrong

With their exaggerated pompadours and trashy morbidity, the Gruesomes were for Canada what the Gravedigger V were for the Californian garage scene: subtly debauched teenagers drawn to an unhealthy obsession with a sixties filth imaginary they would never renounce, not even as the entire neo-garage scene collapsed around them. Gruesomology is therefore primarily a tribute to their consistency but also provides a comprehensive snapshot of their historical period, from their 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 technicality.

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

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

Franco “Lys” Dimauro