The Holy Gasp has been seriously present on my musical radar since I first saw them at CMW two years ago. They are without a doubt one of the weirdest, most passionate and overall talented group of musicians in Toronto. Their sonic veneer is raw, revolutionary and outrageous. It is clear they have a ridiculous range of influences, though some are more apparent than others. They are jazz-based, certain songs have Eastern, even Balkan, flavourings while others have more of a jungle jazz feel. Many have a finely collated style combined with a spastic texture that would very much appeal to fans of Man Man. ‘The Last Generation of Love’ is Holy Gasps’ sophomore release. Unleashed upon us in February of this year, this LP is a punch in the face that lays delirious, teary-eyed tracks through uncharted territory.
Holy Gasps’ eclectic hodgepodge of jazz disproves the tired old statement that, ‘There are only so many chords and time structures and they are bound to be repeated’. The craft of music is in constant danger of stagnation, despite the oversaturated pool readily available to us. Music is a complex amalgam of feelings, training, influences and technical choices, but it would be foolish to forget creativity knows no bounds. Innovation and ingenuity only become scarce when mental levies are in place. Although it is pragmatic to categorize a band in terms of some musical genre, praise be to him, the artist, who boldly creates, or even creates the illusion of a totally new and indefinable genre. This is one of the best albums to come out of Toronto in 2015.
So whether you want to party or just get weird, be sure to make it out to the album release party they are playing for Lemon Bucket Orkestra this Saturday (March 28th 2015) at St. Vladimir Institute: https://www.facebook.com/events/616094831859956/
Review by: Gideon Greenbaum-Shinder
Pictures supplied by: Gideon Greenbaum-Shinder, Bathroom shot photo credit belongs to Karol Orzechowski, Beret mug shot photo credit belongs to Alex Kisilevich
Edited by: Martin Graves