The band with a name that seems to be a culmination of random selection is scaled down to a trio now. Recorded live at the Knitting Factory, this album provides a glimpse of pianist Brian Haas’ firebrand approach and the rhythm section’s stinging, jazz-funk and rock beats. Especially when they infuse ravenous improvisational forays with swiftly executed shifts in strategy. Haas also provides a rough-hewn edge when utilizing his treated Fender Rhodes. The core trio garners enthusiastic support from percussionists, Chris Lovejoy (“Charlie Hunter Band”) and Chris Theberge (“Groove Merchant”) for a series of high-octane performances.
The band opens with a peppery opus, somewhat amusingly titled “Thelonious Monk Is My Grandmother.” Whereas Hass, Reed Mathis (bass) and Jason Smart (drums) set upon a whirlwind sojourn that might hearken memories of early to mid 70’s jazz-rock, such as England’s fabled “Soft Machine” outfit. The ensemble is nimble, cunning and infinitely more imaginative than what was presented on its 1999 horns-based live release, Welcome Home. You may find it difficult to sit still, as the musicians’ snugly coordinated forays, coupled with a loose and cheery vibe provides the bulk of the excitement. Hence, Brian Haas simply terrorizes his keyboards, with ominous intentions we might add! Recommended.
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound. After, my girlfriend and I just sauntered up the stairs to the green room to meet the
band. I posed for a picture with Joe, after talking a little bit about boxing and how to stay healthy while the other guys in the band tore through a bucket of fried