The Holy Gasp are 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 size bust! They make music for fans of theatrical, off-centred, darkly comical, genre-defying entertainment, and they try and make it all sound like a bunch of hopped-up jazz junkies singing Surfin’ Bird with a bad case of the shits. Their first studio LP, “The Last Generation of Love,” is out on No Love, an imprint of Arachnidiscs.
