The last time I caught DeSalvo it was at Mono for their ‘Mood Poisoner’ album launch. That night, it was business as usual, which is like watching the Jesus Lizard getting buttfucked over a burning hot radiator by a leather Godzilla on fast forward (repeat until you blackout).
At Stereo, they’re missing Alex (Aldo) so they’ve nabbed the bassist from Take A Worm For A Walk Week. At Mono, there was an abundance of gimp masks, at Stereo, there’s more than enough onstage to compensate.
After the Mono gig, I got back to my hotel and proceeded to throw up bile for 2 hours. I’d like to say that’s the end of the review, but it’s not. It’s probably still on the ITM archive. (Yes, here it is – Ed).. I’m sure they’d prefer it that way anyway. The reviewer was compelled to vomit. Evil evil bastards. Give them an empty room and they’d only fill it with blood, semen, sweat and hatred so thick you’d think it was psychic dirty protest. Stereo didn’t stand a chance.
However…back at Stereo, we’re confronted with a nightmarish scenario, which we’ll get to in a minute. It’s very hard to write about DeSalvo as this is probably the eight time I’ve done it as well as the not-enough-fingers-to-count how many times I’ve seen them. Really, if you haven’t seen them, where were you? If you haven’t heard their album, get it, it’s on Rock Action. It reeks of sexual acts gone wrong, depending on who the person is, i.e., not them. It’s a fucking monster. If they ever get round to doing another, and with the new material on show tonight, it looks like it’s a goer, it’s going to be no less as hectic in it’s aim and about as welcoming as rabies. The cover art for Mood Poisoner had a laughing creepy pig looking at some praying Nuns with ball-gags. Nuns, with ball-gags.
Wrapped in bandages like an Egyptian S&M torture-porn Mummy, a pig snout jutting into the confused faces of the audience, and behind it, a dark foreboding gaze that only a man with those kind of tattoos can make, P6 stands, sweats, grins, and makes sure that when it comes to a DeSalvo show, we are the audience, he is the singer, and through mime and hardcore loud-as-fuck music…oh shit, now he’s pointing at some poor bastard…’SEE-YOUR-ASS-IN-HELL’…people are moving away. Or trying to. Shit, the fucker’s got eyes for tattoos. I think. They’re one of Scotland’s best live bands and they’re out to destroy everything that you hold dear to your life when it comes to music. Just don’t let them touch you. DeSalvo: making people sick since 2003.