Boston garage glam rockers and occasional Lowell drop’ins The Gala have saturated local indie radio for months since their debut full length album dropped in March. Their latest single, “Gimmie, Gimmie” proves these savey musical psychos have no signs of slowing down.
Released at summer’s end, this track is, simply, a slick release that effectively reinforces the Gala’s existing identity while maintaining their momentum as one of the forerunning rock acts of both the Boston and Lowell scenes which they straddle.
Opening with a driving guitar progression, the band quickly then re-introduces their new wave-esque organ heavy sound. Those instrumentals working together put this track happily at home in the Gala discography before we even hear the almost equally quintessential voice of Emily Doran.
Once Doran does come in, however, she still sings with the familiar kind of frantic flamboyance she and the rest of the band somewhat famously bring to their live performances. She howls masochistic lyrics, repeating her catchy refrain before intermittently diving back down literary rabbit holes. And she does it all oscillating wildly between the upper and lower limits of her vocal range.
As Doran brilliantly thrashes, the rest of her band places themselves in juxtaposition with laser guided levels of precise playing. David Pietroforte punches a thundering drum pattern from the outset of the song while bassist Justin Perilli rounds out the low end of the mix with a similarly rhythmic bassline.
The song drives. The rhythm hauls. And together, the band creates an auditory image of a bedazzled anachronistic girl throwing an artistic temper tantrum.
“Gimmie, Gimmie” is a gem of a song equally at home on the Gala’s debut album as it is as a stand alone single.
Amid a time in the band’s exploding career where they’re in between albums and, instead, shredding a packed schedule of local shows, that is good news for fans. At least we have something fresh to tide us over until the next Gala release.