Ah, where to begin? How about after this sentence? Anyone who thinks rock is dead probably thinks the music business is still alive and kicking. What we have here is living, rocking, and grooving proof that either case isn't true; The Damn Dirty Grapes. A band whose members have totally different styles, influences, addresses, dates of birth, heights, weights, nationalities, instruments, and names. Enter: Derek. The Master of the Stratocaster. Chunky riffs, searing leads, and lots of mistakes are the things he does best. If you're not humming his riffs in your head, you haven't heard them yet. The wildman of the group puts on a show that never stops. Fitzy. A Basshole. This man commands The Thunder, whether it be from his fingers or his mouth. His vocals have been described as a cross between Jim Morisson, James Hetfield, and someone who can't sing. He is the World's Biggest Rock Star and has more stage presence than maniac with a machine gun. Ronald Y. Sadd. Y. Sadd indeed. This man keeps better time then the man who stole your watch and liked it. The Sadd Man has more pocket than a dozen pairs of size 108 pants. His rhythm and stage confidence simply cannot be shaken; he shakes the stage instead. The songs. Remember those things? The Grapes were an original band since their inception and it's apparent in every word they sing and note they play. The songs have a sound that's familiar yet completely unique; they're proof that you can sing along and dance to songs that are cranked to 11 and have copius amounts of distortion. The shows. The band simply has not played a show that didn't leave the audience percolating. They've played such stages as The Sound Academy, The Hard Rock Cafe, and the El Mocambo - legendary Torontonian venues that belie their age as a band but are perfectly suited for their hard-rocking and intense style. Proof that you can have fun without smiling at eachother like mugging idiots. A sweet reminder that none of the best bands of all time performed synchronized jumps, used autotune, or followed any existing trend. When you give these tracks a listen, and you'll be thinking "get your filthy songs out of my head, you Damn Dirty Grapes!"
Band MembersDerek Prior: Eb, Ab, Db, Gb, Bb, Eb; C, F, Bb, Eb, G, C; chest, throat, head Fitzy; Bb, Eb, Ab, Db, Gb; chest, throat, head Ronald Y. Sadd: Bass, Tom, Tom-Tom, Tom-Tom, Snare, Splash, Crash, Ride, High-Hat, Cow Bell