The Last Generation of Love (LP)

by The Holy Gasp

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1.
THE MAN AIN’T GROOVY Ya really need a list of reasons why the Man ain’t groovy? Man, the Man ain’t groovy and the Man ain’t getting’ groovier. He’s doin’ all your choosin’. When will you do your choosin’? Choose to take the Man and throw him away. [Chorus] Away! Away! I’ll say it once again if ya still think that he’s groovy: Man, the Man ain’t groovy and there ain’t a Man that’s groovier. Ya think he’s changin’ anything? There ain’t no improvin’ ‘Til you take the Man and throw him away. [Chorus 2x] Go home and yell it to your mamma, boy: the Man ain’t groovy. Man, the Man ain’t groovy and the Man ain’t gettin’ groovier. Don’t take a brick and smash something and call it a movement— Ya gotta take the Man and throw him away. We gotta take the Man and throw him away! Come on and take the Man and throw him away!
2.
THE LAST GENERATION OF LOVE Those are the people who turn children into hours. Those are the fingers that fall from the dead. Those are the people who hear what is said And ignore in order to ensure the wealthy of power. These are the people who have had enough. These are the people who refuse to cower. These are the people helping people to empower The Last Generation of Love. [Chorus] This is the Last Generation of Love. This is the Last Generation of Love. That is the sound of our Earth Mother crying. That’s a generation that don’t wanna make a stink. That’s a television trying to tell you when to blink. That is the process of turning the living into the dying. These are all my brothers who have had enough. These are all my sisters who are sick of all the lying. I am a poet urging people from denying That this is the Last Generation of Love. [Chorus] They are apparitions with a simple instruction: They have come to buy and sell the Earth for private gain. They are the heartless; they do not render pain Unless it’s in the butt from a divorce or from liposuction. We are those of the Last Generation of Love. We are the mourning, the kept awake by pain. We are the dying; we have everything to gain, And it’s time that we do something more with our Love, Oh I’m begging you: do something more with your Love! [Chorus 2x]
3.
Bedbugs 03:06
BEDBUGS I scratch and scratch and scratch Abandon all my stuff I’m pulling hair by the patch All of my skin’s falling off They’ve set up shop in my hopes They’ve laid their eggs in my dreams There’s no way else I can cope But bang my drum and scream Oh man, they’re driving me mad! Oh man, they’re driving me mad! Oh, man they’re driving me mad! [Chorus] Oh man, I got the bedbugs! Bedbugs! I got the bedbugs! Bedbugs! I got the bedbugs! Bedbugs! I got the bedbugs! Bedbugs. Hey fellas, we gotta talk I ain’t no home cooked meal Eat tonight but then walk Have we got a deal? I laid out your choice I made it clear and loud Don’t turn no tree-huggin’ boy Into a mushroom cloud Oh man, they’re driving me mad! Oh man, they’re driving me mad! Oh man, they’re driving me mad! [Chorus] I wish I had no skin I wish I had no face Who the hell let you in? Go get your own damn place! Should I wash my sheets of your shit Or burn my bed to the ground? And what’d I get outa this? Go fuck the lost & found! [Chorus]
4.
A DAILY AFFIRMATION Right now my whole life is great and I can do anything good. I can do anything good. I can do anything good. I love my mom and I love my dad. I love my brother and my sisters and my cat and I can do anything good. I can do anything good. I can do anything good. My whole life is great! Right now my whole life is great and I can do anything good. I can do anything good. I can do anything good. I love my friends… and I’m making new friends. Now I’ve got me some bird friends and some tree friends and some worm friends, and I don’t care if heaven’s high above and I don’t care if hell rages below because today I can do anything good and today oh that is all I care to know and I can do anything good. I can do anything good. I can do anything good. My whole life is great!
5.
A BOY AND HIS PONY Well I don’t care what them pony keepers say. I’m gonna steal a pony one of these days, And oh we’ll frolic through some fields underneath the blue sky, Drink straight from the river and never get tired— But if we do, we’ll just rest our heads, Mine on her belly, and hers on our friends: The trees and the flowers and the pink sunsets, Me and my pony… Me and my pony. I don’t care what them pony keepers say. I’m gonna steal that pony today— The one with the ginger coat and the shiny silken mane. How gorgeous she will look unrestricted from her chains! She’ll look into the river and she’ll see A pony staring back at her who’s free. She’ll never have to worry again ‘cuz they’ll never catch me, Me and my pony… Me and my pony. Oh I don’t care what them pony keepers say ‘Cuz I ran away with Pony yesterday. Now she’s reading Emma Goldman while my toes are in the water. I say, “It sure is hot.” She says, “It’s only getting hotter.” And the Coho salmon cry, “We can improve. If only we were strong enough to make this concrete move.” So Pony says, “I’m strong; I’ll kick the dam down with my hooves.” Three cheers for Pony! Three cheers for Pony… And we don’t care what the pony keepers say. We’re gonna free all of the ponies today. We’ll go their late at night while the guards are all asleep. One by one will sneak them out without making a peep, And with this pony army we’ll fight back. One of the ponies says he’ll teach us how to hack Into a computer that controls all the exports from Iraq. Viva los ponies! Viva los ponies! And we don’t care what the timber companies say. We’re gonna stop a clear cut today. We’ll chain ourselves to trees in protection of our Mother From the loggers who kill forests—they will never kill another ‘Cuz we’re pouring sugar right into their gas tanks While ponies across town are taking shits inside of banks, And all the trees’ll love us and they’ll shower us with thanks. God bless you ponies! God bless you ponies! And we don’t care what those bourgie bastards say We’re gonna steal a corporation today. We’ll burn it to the ground with the use of dynamite. They may put up some walls, but we’re putting up a fight, Despite those rich white men who beg our pardons. We’ll burn this fucker down and plant a garden. I say we’ll burn this fucker down and plant a garden For me and Pony, Me and my pony… Me and my pony.
6.
STOMP OUT THE MAN The Man, as discussed, is a tail that don’t wag The Man is a bust, he is a king sized drag And we’re gonna dance We’re gonna stomp him out real good Come on and dance Come on and stomp out the Man [Chorus] The Man, the Man, stomp out the Man The Man, the Man, stomp out the Man Fuck you Rob Ford! Fuck you Stephen Harper! You’re a box of black Crayolas with a broken pencil sharpener And we’re gonna dance We’re gonna stomp you out real good Come on and dance Come on and stomp out the Man [Chorus] The Man is the ash that falls from the butt He’ll fall upon your shirt and insist that you sweep up The Man is a bust The Man is a king size drag And we’re gonna dance We’re gonna stomp out the Man [Chorus 2x]
7.
HOW I GET DOWN Oh I rub my ass against the wall That’s how I get down I make believe I’m two feet tall That’s how I get down But that’s not how I wanna get down anymore I sharpen my oppressor’s knife That’s how I get down I’ve learned to live without my life That’s how I get down But that’s not how I wanna get down anymore I do just what you tell me to That’s how I get down I dare not ask the same of you That’s how I get down But that’s not how I wanna get down anymore  
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ALL THE ANIMALS All the animals must chew their cud & all the animals must have split feet oh all the animals must play a golden harp & all the animals must fall asleep on cotton sheets & all the animals must wake up in terror & all the animals must clutch at their throats for all the animals must pay rent to the landlords and all the animals must die in ragged dirty coats [Chorus] All the animals All the animals All the animals All the animals All the animals must glue their Playboys shut & all the animals must take cold showers for far too long oh all the animals must wipe dry cum from off their hairy guts & all the animals must pray that they commit no faggot wrongs oh all the animals must not listen to their body beat & all the animals must not listen to their lyricist for not all the animals can fall asleep on cotton sheets but all the animals can blame their psychotherapists [Chorus] Oh all the animals must pay alms to the poor all the animals must drink dog piss and sell guitars all the animals must marry young and hate themselves all the animals must stack photographs on IKEA shelves all the animals must bow down and shout out “bless it all!” oh all the animals must sacrifice their genitals all the animals must drink Turpentine and throw it up to live long enough to shut the fuck up! [Chorus]

about

The much anticipated first album by The Holy Gasp.


"...undoubtedly one of the best Canadian albums of the year. There’s not an ounce of fat to be seen here—just an astoundingly crazed and powerful collection of cohesive protest."
GRAYOWL POINT

"This is one of the best albums to come out of Toronto in 2015."
TORONTO MUSIC REVIEWS

"Among T.O.’s best-kept sick secrets... a future cult-classic debut LP..."
THE TORONTO STAR

"The Holy Gasp feel like a cult band that hasn't become cult yet."
ROCKFOTO

"Warning of an impending apocalypse with bongos and brass instruments, Toronto five-piece The Holy Gasp have come to preach repentance and redemption on The Last Generation of Love .... the band’s debut burns with a fire-and-brimstone intensity pointed directly at apathy, cultural decay, and the “generation that don’t wanna make a stink” ... Hackman is an eccentric, electric frontman, aiming his smart lyrical tirades at modern-day pestilences from parasitic insects ('Bedbugs') to polarizing politicians ('Stomp Out the Man') to self-affirming preschoolers ('A Daily Affirmation'). He’s perfectly matched note for note by his bohemian band mates, a brotherhood of musical chameleons."
QUICK BEFORE IT MELTS

"Plainly put, Hackman is quite mad. He approaches singing with the maniacal, reckless abandon that one normally associates with the craziest of punks."
RIDE THE TEMPO

"I can safely say that this is the punkest shit I’ve heard in a long while. Directly derivative of nothing ... the Holy Gasp are aural sex, untethered and vigorous."
NAKED UNDERGROUND

"The Holy Gasp’s latest work is some of the best fun you’ll have this year.... Unpredictable, funky and strangely entertaining, The Last Generation of Love is a needed addition to your music collection."
DUSTY ORGAN

credits

released February 24, 2015

Words and music by Benjamin Hackman (SOCAN)

Arranged collectively by The Holy Gasp:

Benjamin Hackman – vocals, hand drums, percussion
Daveyoso – kit, percussion
Sebastian Shinwell – electric and acoustic guitar, Wurlitzer,
glockenspiel, vocals
Christopher Weatherstone – alto sax, flute, vocals
James McEleney – upright and sideways bass, vocals

Michael Louis Johnson played trumpet on Bedbugs and All The
Animals
Ian Tulloch played sousaphone on Bedbugs and All The Animals
Bob Stevenson played clarinet and bass clarinet on All The Animals
Joseph Organ played piano on A Boy And His Pony
Benjamin Reinhartz sang backups on Bedbugs
Nika Rae Zelina clapped her angelic little hands along to Stomp Out
The Man

Mixed, mastered, and engineered by Josh Korody at Candle Studios - Toronto, 2014
Assistant engineers: Chris Lyons, Michael Norberg, Ryan Clarke

Album art by Margarita Osipian

Love and gratitude must be paid to our sweethearts: Sarit, Alex, Stevie, Jyll, and Heather. Margarita Osipian, Nika Rae Zelina, and Karol Orzechowski all generously photographed and filmed us, and designed our merch. Benjamin Reinhartz, Eric Warner, Ian Chai, Adam Bentley, James Lindsay and Jakob Rehlinger generously allowed their brains to be mined for useful information and sage advice. Thanks to Kristjan Harris and Amelia Laidlaw at Saving Gigi for their hospitality, and to Roberto Granados-Ocon at Exclaim! TV. Thanks to Michael Louis Johnson, Dan Burke, Luca Capone, and Felix Linden, each of whom offered invaluable encouragement at various points throughout the completion of this album. For their financial support, we are also grateful to the Toronto Arts Council.

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