Gluecifer are like that one friend you had 25 years ago who pops over on a Friday afternoon just to see what’s up, and by Sunday morning you’re missing an eye and dying of alcohol poisoning in a field somewhere. They are the ultimate bad influence, the wayward punk creeps lurking in every dark alley, ready to stab your guts with a flick knife just for kicks.
Since their inception in ’94, the Oslo bruisers have delivered some of the most incendiary rock’n’roll ever produced in the goddamn world, never mind Scandinavia, with legendary albums like Soaring With The Eagles At Night, Ridin’ The Tiger, and the evergreen Dick Disguised As Pussy that enflamed loins and made men out of mice from the Arctic Circle to the Amazon jungle.
