Gruesome Greg

A fond farewell to Quest For Fire…

In my 7.5 years of living in Toronto, I’ve seen my share of local bands break up, but last night was the first time I saw one pack the Horseshoe Tavern for their farewell gig. The venue couldn’t have been more fitting, as it was there that my relationship with Quest For Fire began five years ago–and almost to the day, at that…

There’s nothing like the sound of Neurosis in wintertime…

Doom metal, in general, is not summertime music. When the sun’s out, the temperature’s rising and yer sweatin’ balls, you wanna cruise down the blacktop blasting some Kyuss or Fu Manchu, not some slow, melancholic, depressing tunes. Not that I have anything against slow and depressing, mind you–I just don’t have it pumping on the patio.

My top concert of 2012 is something no one will ever experience again…

While I initially joked that the price of the Kyuss Lives New Year’s Eve gig was a joke, I eventually gave in and bought myself a 200-dollar ticket. I don’t normally go out for NYE–frankly, I think it’s a rather pointless holiday–but I figured that for the founding fathers of stoner rock, I could make an exception. And I certainly don’t regret it, especially since a couple months later, Kyuss would live no more…

If the world ends next Friday, I can’t think of a better way to spend my last nite than at Lee’s Palace with White Cowbell Oklahoma…

For the past few years, White Cowbell Oklahoma’s Christmas show has always been an event I’ve marked on my calendar. Toronto’s most outrageous, over-the-top live band usually has something special up their sleeves around this time of year, and this year is no exception. Mind you, they’ve scheduled things a week later this time to coincide with… the end of the world!

Overly-sensitive Danish guy attends Gwar concert, writes review. Online shitstorm ensues!

Now, I won’t say I’m a die-hard Gwar fan, but I’ve certainly seen them live a few times over the years. Their tongue-in-cheek, politically-incorrect lyrics are matched only by their over-the-top stage show, featuring plenty of blood, guts, and mutilation of popular political figures. But of course, you probably knew that already… unless your name’s Heino Døssing.

Maaaan, when did Monster Truck get to be so big!?

I’ve been living and attending concerts in Toronto for over seven years now, so it’s safe to say I’ve seen a few local bands who got big well before they were known commodities. But now, I can even say I’ve seen a band from Hamilton go from the Toronto scene to the national stage. That band just happens to be called Monster Truck.