In retrospect, GRIMACE were far more deadly than when I saw them law waste to a taqueria in San Francisco ten years ago. That show was wild, and they were filthy - I mean like actual dirt - and wild eyed. GRIMACE were dangerous, and they were real. The kind of kids that you want on your side even though you feel like they should still be at arms' length...just in case. They rolled with HYSTERICS and they both rolled deep (like the kids from Mississippi I talked about a while back), so it seemed like the entire room knew every word to every song when they played, even though most of us had never seen them (or heard of them before). The music was violent. The band wasn't violent, but you got the feeling that the music itself was the only thing between the people making it and the violence itself. I revisited the demo last week and oooofffff does it ever hold up. Primitive, marble mouthed, bare knuckle North American hardcore punk. Not contrived, maybe not even intentional, GRIMACE just happened because they needed it to happen.
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