Tim Hoff – bass
Nick Parks – drums
Jason Rivera – vocals, guitar, lyrics
Formed in 2011 and based out of Portland, OR, USA, the hardcore, rock and/or roll, punk, and metal trio known as Gaytheist is also known as some of the most humble and modest people in the entire world.
You’re not going to hear Gaytheist going on and on about Red Fang opening for them at the World Famous Kenton Club in 2016, or the Pack AD hand picking Gaytheist as their opening act, or that Puscifer was shilling Gaytheist records on their website. They’re too concerned about writing killer songs for that kind of thing.
They’re not going to remind you that Banana Stand had a huge billboard promoting their live album, or that the School of Rock covered Gaytheist songs for “The Best of Portland” and then learned an entire KARP album at Gaytheist’s behest, or that they have a beer named after them (Pink Pentagram Pale Ale) due to the Mercury’s annual beer bash. That’s just not in their wheelhouse to blather on about something like that.
Sure, non-metal musical geniuses like Chris Funk of the Decemberists may tweet about them here and Patterson Hood of Drive By Truckers may Facebook about them there, but Gaytheist hardly noticed. Hell, Gaytheist can barely remember playing with The Mummies, the New Years Eve bash with The Dwarves, or Mo’Wave with Team Dresch and Big Dipper.
As if to answer Nerdist.com’s request of “we need a new album, fellas”, Gaytheist hammered away at “Let’s Jam Again Soon”, a new 14-songer for Seattle based indie label Good To Die Records (their 4th LP on GTD). All while ignoring being named one of Willamette Week’s Top 10 bands in Portland and forgetting their music video, nay artist masterstroke, by Whitey McConnaughy.
(I guess when you get asked to play Capitol Hill Block Party, PDX POP fest, Treefort Fest, Crucialfest, Underbike in Vegas, Project Pabst, Mosofest in Saskatoon or Sled Island fest in Calgary, you think more about the road, man.)
You’ll never hear Gaytheist name dropping anyone; it’s not because they are so fucking great, it’s because they don’t even know what name dropping means.
“Your mom, your daddy, and that one person you like from the grocery
store? They’re all gaytheists. Oh, and you are too for that matter.”
“Armed with a rumbling low end, spasming drums, concrete slabs of
guitar and darkly hysterical lyrics expressing a general disdain for
humanity, the group has actually been cattle-prodding the underbelly
of the local music scene.”
“Jason Rivera might be the most sharply dressed man ever to front a
band capable of leveling a city block.”
-The Portland Mercury
“They are the musical version of Shark Week, a super predator hidden
by deceptively calm waters.”
“Jesus, Gaytheist. You’ve rendered me speechless. From touching
lyrics, “Fuck sex, let’s dance and call it romance” to “They tied a
steak to his balls, then they fed him to the dogs” we have a rarity of
audible vocals yelling and telling over some of the most creative
shred I’ve ever heard out of Portland.”
-The Seattle Passive-Aggressive
“Quirky vocal theatrics and odd-ball lyrics (see “Post-Apocalyptic
Lawsuit”) that together sound like a heck of a lot of fun. Catch these
dudes at a Romney/Ryan rally near you!”
“Jesus fuck a walrus, this band is amazing.”
“The reason this (Stealth Beats) owns so hard is that the rhythm
section never takes the pedal off the floor for a second, and the
production couldn’t be more retardedly crisp…The song “Post
Apocalyptic Lawsuit” should be a loud rock radio staple until the end