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2001, Total Zero
Ah, Montréal. Canadien cultural mecca, home of many varieties of feral poutine, probably the most Eurocentric of North American cities, and host to the mighty AIDS Wolf. But, before AIDS Wolf, there was Da Bloody Gashes.
Da Bloody Gashes were like some sweltering, perpetually horny and rearin' to go love-monster intent driving home the point that if you free your ass, your mind would follow.
Maybe.
This is the glorious artifact left behind in their wake. In it you'll find fuzz, blood, sweat, thunder, sincerity, and a pretty nifty cover of Leslie Gore's "U Don't Own Me". Yes, very nifty. You can actually smell the heat radiating from this, if you have a nose that knows that is, if you know what I mean.
After the demise of Da Bloody Gashes, Chloë Lum and Yannick Desranleau went on to wow the world with their printmaking brilliance and poster art genius with Seripop, and engaged themselves in the ongoing process of personally delivering tinnitus to their loving audiences via the power of the aforementioned AIDS Wolf.
Anyway. Enough talk. Bow at the altar of Da Bloody Gashes, and let the gospel and their wisdom and the love wash over and through you.
Cum on, feel the noise.
DA BLOODY GASHES - PEDAL TO THE METAL
5 comments:
Les élèves mangent la pamplemousse.
I just ironed my baguettes listening to this.
Students eat grapefruit?
I've no doubt whatsoever that at least some of them do at least some of the time. As to the baguettes... you're doing it right.
I love AIDS Wolf and hadn't heard this before. Thanks! Now I feel like I have extra AIDS.
Extra AIDS. You're very welcome.
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