BO DIDDLEY, PERCY SHELLEY, William Wordsworth, Weldon Kees, Bentonia Blues, SKIP JAMES, Jack Owens, R.L. Burnside, Mickey and Sylvia, Tracey Dey, Shirley Ellis, LuLu, James Carr, Blind Willie McTell, Nina Simone, AL BOWLLY, Furry Lewis, Bessie Smith, NICK CAVE, Howlin' Wolf, Robert Johnson, JAMES BROWN, The Cramps, John Lee Hooker, Stax Records, Bukka White, Blind Willie Johnson, Otis Rush, Captain Beefheart, Junior Wells, Ma Rainey, Geeshie Wiley, Billie Holiday, Karen Dalton, Leonard Cohen, Son House, Eddie Kirk, Otis Redding, Rufus Thomas, Angelo Badalamenti, The Bar-Kays, The Gun Club, Nation of Ulysses, Cupid Car Club, Circus Lupus, The Cramps, Flat Duo Jets, THE BIRTHDAY PARTY, The Sonics, The Stooges, Crime & the City Solution, The Misfits, Black Flag (Chavo), Gravity Records, France Gall, Antioch Arrow, Vicious Ginks, Angelhair, The VSS, The Fucking Angels, Wanda Jackson, The Shangri-Las, The Ronettes, Rowland S. Howard, Nat Turner, Frederick Douglas, David Lynch, John William Waterhouse, Cab Calloway, Chantal Morte, Bikini Kill, Friedrich Nietzsche, Erik Satie, Nico, Little Walter, Slim Harpo, Charley Patton, Dick Justice, Lucille Bogan, Koko Taylor, Anna Karina, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Edgar Allen Poe, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Screamin' Jay Hawkns, Screamin' Lord Sutch, Jelly Roll Morton, Cab Calloway, Gabriel Hart, Brett Cutts, THE HOLY KISS
Sounds Like
Bentonia Blues, Skip James, Jack Owens, The Cramps, Blind Willie McTell, Nick Cave, Al Bowlly, Robert Johnson, John Lennon, a Monkey...
PRESS:
"The Holy Kiss revs up the wall of sound while lead singer Matty Rue screams his guts out and throws the microphone cord around. Just when he's about to crack open, the band drops into a melodic part of the song and Rue shows his true talent - singing from the bottom of his soul."
"The Holy Kiss took the stage at around 12 (the witching hour appropriately) and preceded to reinvent the genre with their epilleptic blues. Lead singer Matty Rue throws himself all over the stage like a tall black scarecrow, howling the refrain “sooo sick and tired of crying!” California, you’re alright."
"While front man Matty Rue lacks Nick Cave's icy moan, he possesses a similar lyrical knack - a simple line like 'And if I had my way/I'd have my way with her,' juxtaposed against the group's aggressive sound, came off as a poignant moment amid chaos."
"San Francisco’s The Holy Kiss are led by Leucadian singer/writer Matty Rue, who as a teenager observed through binoculars the coroner vans leaving Heaven’s Gate, and who now as a young man (in severe clothing) leading a band (also respectfully severe) finds continued and sophisticated inspiration in that same distance between life and death.
His band The Holy Kiss (with Nick Ott, Alli Pheteplace and Panther McDonald) makes the kind of murder blues and murder ballads that Nick Cave, Tav Falco and Harry Smith all put powerfully to vinyl, lifting lyrics from the Son of Sam for the first track on a coming album of songs about devilish doings in the middle of the night.
Covers of Erik Satie and Nina Simone (and stated obsessions with Bessie Smith and Skip James, whose woman was so famously got by the devil in 1931) speak (from beyond the grave, of course) to The Holy Kiss’s tense philosophical balance between swamp-gothic-ism and continental despair and to The Holy Kiss’s also-tense Bad Seed slash-blues sound."
"He lived, he died, he sung in solitude.
Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notes,
And virgins, as unknown he passed, have pined
And wasted for fond love of his wild eyes."
-Percy Shelley
Matty Rue grew up hiding in his room, wide-eyed dreaming of another world full of dancing bears, gypsies and voodoo witches...
Well known for his mischievous exploits fronting the infamous goth-rock/post-punk/blues band, The Holy Kiss, he now spends much of his time sitting under a willow tree with golden-slide-guitar in hand... crooning away down-n-out-n-broken-hearted blues to the horned moon... secretly waiting for someone to come n' take him far, far away...
may i sugest u watch some curry westerns no no not spagetti they were made in italy currys are made in india and are more violent and brutal then clint coulda ever thought of no joke just watch tell me what u think
thanks Rue! i"ll come visit you in Portland and we can go play our guitars in some cemetery somewhere. and i bet it will rain. and I bet we'll be drunk. and i bet black cats in little veils weep and wail and sing the blues with us.
