Chasing minor ecstasies
Sometimes this town coughs up an embarrassment of riches on one given night. What to do? There are obvious choices, and there are not so obvious choices. Last Saturday, everyone else in town must have opted for one of the obvious choices. But sometimes one needs to hear and feel a certain kind of real rock roll Old Ironsides was offering, in the guise of The Red Tyger Church.
But that band was fourth on the dance card. First up was a San Francisco country rock outfit Sweet Chariot, whose big wall of guitar noise had that sour mash Skynyrd double guitar bite without much rancid tobacco stained aftertaste. Then came Phantom Jets, whose tensely wired, Nuggets inspired sonic attack ran counter to the NoNo wholesale cheap Seahawks jerseys china
Depression friendly groove that preceded their set; especially cool was the rockin organ of Sarah Hudson, but the whole package reekedreeked cheap Seahawks jerseys free shipping
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And then came Monolith. The late San Francisco concert promoter Bill Graham used to like to befuddle the stoners who come to nod out to a limey riff rock sensation du jour by throwing something incongruous their way, like a jazz combo, or a troupe of African drummers. But there are times when putting what essentially hipster Sabbath lite on a bill may not be such a great idea. In another context, this might have been just dandy. Here, not so much.
Finally, after midnight, Red Tyger Church began playing. Pufnstuf for this humble scribe, it the two Kama Sutra Records albums by the Flamin Groovies circa around 1970 71: Flamingo and Teenage Head. Radiating outward from that is, oh, some Stooges and MC5, not to mention the Mick Taylor era of the Rolling Stones, plus a bunch of singles that ended up on the first Lenny Kaye Nuggets compilation. For me, it the musical equivalent of how others describe the elation of snorting that first line of blow off an exquisite stripper naked backside (a sensation I wouldn know), or that first bite of a good meal: You chase its minor ecstasies all night long.
Red Tyger Church hits that jones like nobody else in town. And on this night, the amplified axes of singer guitarist Mike Diaz, on a Gibson SG, mated with guitarist Aaron Richards, on a Fender Tele, barked back and forth like a kennel of rattled Rottweilers being taunted by an invisible mailman. Bassist Cheryl Martin and drummer Sean Kehoe laid down a solid groove, and the other singer, Karen Simmons, rattled her tambourine. But it was the guitars that served up a nice little slice of heaven. Yeah, the singing was, pitchwise, all over the road, and it was hard to hear whether they were singing gospel or lyrics from sitcoms, but those barking guitars were sheer heaven to these ears.
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Church. (Jackson Griffith)
When you over shelling out a $15 cover to shove through a sweaty club crowd, head over to a house show. In case you been out of the loop, house shows are pretty much recessionproof. Skip the long lines and overpriced cocktails for an intimate musical experience and just BYOB. Makes sense, right?
Friday night at the Villanova House in Davis started off with a high energy set by local four piece Mucky the Ducky. Mucky sound doesn fit into any niche but their own, and their eccentric improvisational style makes every set a unique experience.
Michael RJ Saalman (formerly(formerly cheap Seahawks jersey
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Aaron Ross followed with a vocal and effects set. Ross sound is equal parts grungy and poppy, with brain massaging synth harmonies.
Pregnant was last up definitely worth the wait. Building upon prerecorded samples from tapes, records and horns, he layers on live fingerpicking, harmonica, saxophone, shakers and even a kazoo. With the help of a keyboard and a few pedals (DD 5, DD 6, and RC 2 for you gadget nerds), he weaves together live and prerecorded samples to create the sound and feel of a full ensemble.
My only gripe was that the performance ended abruptly. Blame feedback issues, I guess. That the thing about these house shows, it all DIY. But even though the sound is lo fi, the focus stays on the music. So ditch the club, chub. (Tara Eshghi)