Well FUCK – So I guess I can’t just steal their images… I’m going to actually have to write something… HOLD MY BEER. Wait, I don’t even drink beer… yes, yes I am Canadian. So – how did this all start…
In the 90s I met a dude. He was stinky, and silly, and had a cool dog, we became fast friends. Yes the cult-like leader of the Gnar Gnars – Brains, B, Dickicus Maximus still stinks, he’s still silly and he is a PRO at making funny, catchy lyrics. The Gnar Gnar’s will have you singing about being soft and dry, or having an itchy dickhole, and is perfect for easy Sunday afternoon listening while deepthroating your bong.
Over the years I have seen the Gnar Gnars play too many times to count, they are a staple in the live punk music scene for Victoria, BC. When you live on an Island you have to learn to entertain yourself – because no one else is going to do it for you in the YYJ. Small towns foster something unique when it comes to those with a creative spirit, almost anyone can get a standing gig at the local dive bar and hone their craft over decades of entertaining a semi-empty room. It’s served these dong-loving dumb asses well, their newest offering GNARMASTE is tight and banging, and we fully enjoyed saying put it in my ears.
Every single one of these misfits is equally socially aware, and socially inappropriate, which is what makes them a misunderstood bunch… but that goes for all punks.
SING LOUD AND OFTEN
You know what’s cool about this album, I got to help with backup tracks on this song. Hanging out with my favorite Jesus-looking fucker, and Murry of the Dayglo Abortions while singing the same track over and over and over… was sort of my 15year old self’s wet dream. I can see why musicians are so passionate about their craft, and also all the hard work that goes into this gift they share.
I don’t foresee myself being on a stage anytime soon, I am the type who prefers to be lost in the crowd, squished up against others with my eyes closed just enjoying the vibes. I do though LOVE to sing like a rockstar while driving in my car, I always find it therapeutic and one of my happy places. Plus I know the people catching me in their rearview are getting a daily laugh, and in part, maybe I am performing for them. Who knows maybe one day you will see a different old granny in panties, pissing herself on stage while singing back up for the Gnars.
WANT MORE GNAR
It really wouldn’t be a PROS Gnar Gnar review if I didn’t add this picture.