THREE HEADSHRINKERS, which means three soul healers.
Music always has something to do with soul healing. How many people would go crazy if they didn't make music?
I don't even want to know. I can't handle more crazies and idiots.
The trio from Hastings in the UK has also accepted music as a form of therapy for themselves.
Rob, Gino, and Stiv not only make music but also express themselves fully on stage. They see the stage as a place of freedom, perhaps even as a lawless space, which naturally offers many possibilities. Whether with colorful ski masks, high heels, rubber masks, or other extravagant things. They do what they want.
This fits wonderfully with their music.
THEE HEADSHRINKERS play a mix of 60s garage, rock'n'roll, rhythm and blues, and 70s punk. Along with Rob's vocals, which have just the right amount of grit and eccentricity that one wishes for this music. It's a sound that reminds me, for example, of Sweatmaster.
Dark club, red lighting, it's hot, the crowd dances, drinks, trips out, has fun.
That's how I imagine an evening with THEE HEADSHRINKERS.
That's good old fuckin' garage'n'roll.
Love that piece of shit.
