Gore Gore Girls' Gretsches are pleasure units.
Wow—this was the most deadass crowd I’ve ever seen on a Friday night (and I’ve seen a lot of Friday night crowds). Looking like dull-eyed corporate drones failing to seem engaged at a meaningless staff meeting, the audience at the Galaxy mostly sat on their dead asses and stared vacantly at one of the country’s most entertaining garage-rock groups, Detroit’s Gore Gore Girls. You could sense the quartet’s frustration at playing before s
