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SHUT UP! (STOOPID BRUTE) 

Bam! Hits you right between the eyes, this one. I mean a proper, full-on swinging punch of an opener in ‘Cookin’ With Gas’, with its doo-wop kiss-me-quick harmonies, full-fat horn section, whammy-bar lead guitar, thumping, jumping, finger-clicking double bass, and a roaring vocal that croons and yells and hollers like it’s standing on the table, your table, in a sleazy bar in a sleazy East Coast town (and I don’t mean Hull).  
   
Gas House Gorillas hail from New Jersey and wear leather caps and kilts…

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Shut Up!  (Stoopid Brute Records) 

Another daft name for a band, this time comprising Rick Fink on lead vocals, Crusher Carmean on bass, Oscar Rodriguez on guitar and Eddie Everett on drums.  
There’s is an interesting sound, as at heart they’re a jump blues band. But one that has a lot of aggression to it, and a rough and ready approach, which might put some people off.  But there is a vim and vigor which wins you over on tunes like ‘Party on the Second Floor’ and ‘The Things That Swings’.  
It’s a mix of jump blues, rock and roll, and even a…

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Swingin' for the bleachers 

Gas House Gorillas - Shut Up! 

Rick Fink and co. have always succeeded at translating their boundless live-show exuberance to studio waxings. So the hand-clapping/foot-stomping audio acrobatics here come as no surprise (though they are wonderfully welcome). The band's inimitable, punk-fuelled swingin'-for-the-bleachers jump-blues/jazzy/billy rages grinningly. 
As someone once said, "You gotta get hot, to play real cool!" Solid, Jackson. 
Recommended "Party On the Second Floor," "Chase the Moon," "Low," "Come…

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This Crazy Culture That Is "Rockabilly" 

"The Gorillas have their own unique twist on things. From Crusher Carmean, in a kilt, shredding the upright bass to their one of a kind front man, a gifted throw back from times gone by Rick Fink."

Rich Beaumont - Out On The Town - August 5, 2015

JAZZ FEST 2013, Day 8 

But for me, the night belonged to New York City’s Gas House Gorillas, who absolutely nailed the frenzied audience to the ceiling at Abilene. It was a punked-up and energized controlled catastrophe in the sprit of Louis Jordan wielding a chainsaw. The mostly original material was augmented with detours to New Orleans and rocked-up and -out nods to Cheap Trick and The Ramones. Most fun I’ve had with my pants on in a long time --and they didn’t stay on for the whole show, either (just ask anyone who was…Read more