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The Holy Gasp incorporate's a tasty stew of punk, jazz, gypsy noir, and folk protest seasoned with funky rock presented with nonconformist uninhibited bravado and gusto that dares you jump in the padded wagon with them.
As for myself, I get it, I dig it, after all, I'm just an eye twitch away from madness myself.
With a beatnik's groove, a Hunter S. Thompson attitude and an Allen Ginsbergesque frontman, Benjamin Hackman, Toronto's The Holy Gasp are fierce, edgy, focused and relevantly rousing with heavy political overtones, The Last Generation of Love has something to say and a mad hatter's way of saying it with battle cry's like 'The Man Ain't Groovy' leading the unwashed hordes to battle and the sitting on the flotsam and jetsam gloating of 'Stomp Out The Man'
A couple fun numbers, the twangy honky-tonking 'A Boy And His Pony' is as good a lulla-bye as Dino's "My Rifle, My Pony And Me" and 'A Daily Affirmation' should get you moving and grooving and make any day better. 'All The Animals' 'How I get Down' and 'The Last Generation Of Love' are the meat in this stew musically and promulgating wise. 'Bedbugs' is the vehicle for the band to jump completely into madness.
Members: Benjamin Hackman (vocals, percussion), Daveyoso (drums, percussion), Sebastian Shinwell (electric guitar, vocals), Christopher Weatherstone (alto saxophone, flute, vocals), James McEleney (upright bass, vocals)