The Holy Kiss

"Considering their funereal garb and dark preoccupations, THE HOLY KISS seem to have a lightness of spirit – and devil-may-sorta-care sense of humor – that belies their collective age of 87 (they're all between 25 and 35) and some fearsome, cacophonous blues-rock performances, shows that draw Nick Cave and Crime and the City Solution comparisons and have turned clubs like Rickshaw Stop into slightly spooked, rocked-out sock hops."

"(Matty Rue Morgue) The Holy Kiss vocalist has written most of the band's songs, filtering ealy blues through 'crystals or whatever', he drawls. 'Just to fuck with it a little bit."

"Bay area threesome The Holy Kiss mix up a musical potion of young (fleeting) love, old blues, goth drama, and dark thoughts."
- Kimberly Chun, S.F. Guardian

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"Bay Areans the Holy Kiss began on a dissonant indie note and transformed slowly into the bastard child of the Birthday Party and Black Heart Procession. No complaints: While front man Matty Rue Morgue (possibly not his real name) 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. Another Holy Kiss highlight was drummer Nick Ott (probably his real name), looming like a giant over an elfin drum kit while assaulting the skins feverishly enough to risk spontaneous combustion."
- Tatiana Simonian, L.A. Weekly - LA Weekly

"San Francisco trio the Holy Kiss makes a dark and sweetly discordant murder-ballad-inspired racket that's perfect for conjuring the limbo-treading spirits of the cheats, crazies, drunks and other societal castaways the band likes to sing about in its shadowy, Dickensian ditties."
- Bill Picture, San Francisco Chronicle - San Francisco Chronicle

"It's hard not to notice a band with a name like the Holy Kiss — the moniker is taken from scripture that describes greetings between snake-handling priests. Appropriately, the band dishes out gothic punk sermons, and blues-amped rock... Frontman Matty Rue Morgue yowls in a good imitation of Nick Cave's despondence, which contrasts with the group's theatrical high-octane bash. They're loud, chaotic, and rarely anything less than spectacular on stage."
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