Namaste cult of blog and clan of hyper-consciousness
Brothers Grim and the blue murders are part of the hottest, illest, craziest licks of musical style that you must be put onto – presently brewing in the mysterious land that is Australia.
Mix gritty lyrics with a voice born to sing the blues, back it up with heart pounding rhythms of a three piece band and (for good measure) top it off with a tall whiskey, guzzle, repeat…
Don’t just take it from me. See for yourself, I shot this last night:
Please pardon the two fuzzy sound bits… I tried to do everything in my power to hold my phone still and not wildly shake my ass… but that sort of control for over three minutes at a Brothers Grim gig isn’t really possible.
We all know how I love gushing about the swollen tribes of talent I am blessed to cross in my worldly Writer walk. In early February I was invited to tag along to a Brothers Grim show by one of Melbourne’s finest Writers . I’ve attended four more shows since…
There are a number of factors that turn something decent into something fucking spectacular. Brothers Grim do this with astonishing talent levels, ability to put on one of the best live shows you’ll see, and (which goes with out saying in a gretchen cello review)…
My favorite track in a clip shot during my introduction back in February, The fearful sea:
… keep up.