Yep, Throbbing Gristle is the actual name of the band. And yes they make the exact kind of music you would expect from a band called Throbbing Gristle.
To listen to industrial forefathers TG is not exactly what I would call a "pleasant experience." It repeatedly leaves me confused and shaken, as if someone snuck up behind me and scared me in a bad way. But it's...oddly appealing.
Backed by a freakish whirring, mechanical sound (which I can only equate to the world's scariest car revving up), the Hamburger Lady is a woman who was horrifically burned but is somehow still alive. Oh, and unlike the Frankie Teardrop levels of horror, this is real. Lead singer Genesis P-Orridge reads from an actual medical report, while an ambulance siren goes off silently in the distance. Ocassionally, there will be P-Orridge's voice in the background singing a haunting "hamburger laaaadyyyy," as if he were taunting the victim of this song.
Hamburger Lady utilizes as many tools as it can to turn your brain into a quivering mess. Machines sounding like sirens, vacuum cleaners, a slow heartbeat. All playing almost inaudibly in the background while P-Orridge goes on in his vocally distorted manner about the sad fate of this woman: How she can't hold things up and how she's being kept alive by tubes.
Any band can complain about the pain they face inside, none of them know what pain really is. Just ask the Hamburger Lady. If she can find a way to talk.
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