tune from Gumhead's second album...The chord is ominous.
It quivers like the moan of some purgatorial beast lost for too long beneath the crust of the world. You feel the undulating sound throbbing in your clavicle bones. Dread washes over you.
Another voice ascends, the bass, siren-like, as if crying a warning.
Too late. The stick hits the cymbal like the triphammer clockwork pulse of an ironclad mechanical terror hurtling closer. Your breath quickens, the sweat on your brow goes icy. Before you expect it the notes begin firing at attack velocity. The blunt pain of awareness ripples through you as you realize your fate was never in question.
The rhythm ignites.
You go down.
Welcome to GUMHEAD.
If the Gotterdammerung muscle of Boogers doesn't do you in, you still have to contend with the darkly cool Love & Hate, the joyful Gamera, the Quinn Martin bombast of Yossarian's Ex, and the rumbling cascade of Sunday Afternoon. Something will get through, burrow under your skin, take control of your unsuspecting neurons and set your foot a-tapping. That is the way GUMHEAD Operates. These bastards are sneaky. Watch yourself.
Who is GUMHEAD? Three strange men, each well versed in a few of the myriad disciplines of musicianship. They do not write songs, they construct them brick by brick out of punk rebellion, art-rock sensibilities, comedic surrealism, and a heavy mortar of infectious licks. No, they do fit together flawlessly, but where's the fun in that? It's the gaps in style and influence that make for good tunes. They are not afraid to use the wrong tool for the job, or scavenge some ill-fitting riff to patch a hole.
Rock & Roll is an inexact science, and these men are inexact scientists. If you question their artistic integrity, the worst that will happen is that they won't buy you a drink. These people are busy, and do not suffer fools lightly. But make no mistake, sparks fly between them. Sometimes violent arcs of electricity flash and crack across the stage, other times the friskier aspects of their nature will lure you in. They are agents of chaos, heretics in the temple, a three-man zeitgeist generator. They play songs that spit gravel at you as they pass. There are dense instrumentals, finely executed pop songs, and eccentric discourses on such subjects as nose-picking and aging rock stars. This stuff is going to drag you down dark alleys and dirt roads. Dress warmly, who knows where this stuff is going to leave you.
Strap in. Please note the location of the exits. It's time for GUMHEAD.
Formed in 1994, GUMHEAD has managed to split its time between providing Western Massachusetts with music that goes beyond the standard rock and roll fare (their first CD, "Gumhead", was voted one of the top ten local CDs of 1999), and more altruistic pursuits (including their work with The Make A Wish Foundationâ ¢of Massachusetts and Connecticut for the last seven years).
Nik Simonik (vocals/keyboards/guitar): Nik has been a staple in the Springfield music community since the mid 1980's. His work with The Art Kritics and their 1987 release, "Duck and Cover", received many hours of air play on college and local radio.
Brian Kirk (drums/vocals): Besides providing the back beat behind GUMHEAD, Brian has also been entertaining the world of comic book fans since 1986 with his award winning, self-published "Moot Comics" line.
Bob Gelinas (basses/guitars): When not playing bass, Bob manages to juggle the tasks of acting as the band's musical director, webmaster of the band's web page, and as an attorney in one of the city's busiest real estate law firms.
with:
Bob Mankus (Management)
Mark Vadnais (Technical Support-Video)
Jeff Patterson (Technical Support-Audio)
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