Guitarists who grew up in the ’80s will no doubt remember the band Nitro — if for nothing else, than for the ads in the back of guitar magazines featuring their singer, Jim Gillette, and his “amazing six-octave voice!” Gullible rockers would mail away carefully concealed beer money and get a VHS tape with Gillette and his god-awful scream and an instructional booklet on how you, too, can sound like a tone-deaf castrato!
Why this was supposed to appeal to guitarists, I have no idea. On the other hand, I can picture some hesher axeman conspicuously leaving guitar rags around the hovel he shares with his singer, “conveniently” open to the page with Gillette’s Vocal Power ad. “Dude, I think this might be worth the investment.”
All I knew about Nitro was that they sucked. Hard. Oh, and that Gillette was married to Lita Ford. Yesterday, my friend Mark was plying me with old-time blues videos (by request), and he sent along this little nugget as a “palate cleanser”:
More like palate obliterator. But thanks, Mark!
And for extra “cleansing,” here’s the Blueshammer scene from Ghost World (my fave) from our absentee contributor Jay: