The Holy Gasp is a damn-the-Man beatnik revival conga revolution, a boxcar and a jug of wine, a groove, daddy, and the farthest thing from a king sized bust!
The Holy Gasp's debut album "The Last Generation of Love" (NL2-002) is the second release on Arachnidiscs' newly resurrected NO LOVE imprint which trades in more accessible indie weirdness than its parent label.
VIDEO: "A Daily Affirmation"
"There’s not an ounce of fat to be seen here—just an astoundingly crazed and powerful collection of cohesive protest."
~ Gray Owl Point
"Warning of an impending apocalypse with bongos and brass instruments, Toronto five-piece The Holy Gasp have come to preach repentance and redemption on The Last Generation of Love .... the band’s debut burns with a fire-and-brimstone intensity pointed directly at apathy, cultural decay, and the “generation that don’t wanna make a stink” ... Hackman is an eccentric, electric frontman, aiming his smart lyrical tirades at modern-day pestilences from parasitic insects (“Bedbugs”) to polarizing politicians (“Stomp Out the Man”) to self-affirming preschoolers (“A Daily Affirmation”). He’s perfectly matched note for note by his bohemian band mates, a brotherhood of musical chameleons."
~ Quick Before It Melts
"Hugely theatrical vocals, driving conga drums, stabbing horns, and an overall feel of wild desperation permeate this wild track. It feels like a lost ’60s bossa nova played at triple the speed with an apocalyptic poet dropping remix bars over it. In short, this one’s different."
~ Independent Clauses
"Plainly put, Hackman is quite mad. He approaches singing with the maniacal, reckless abandon that one normally associates with the craziest of punks." ~ Ride The Tempo
"I can safely say that this is the punkest shit I’ve heard in a long while. Directly derivative of nothing ... the Holy Gasp are aural sex, untethered and vigorous." ~ Naked Underground