This Little Underground
Our live music columnist discusses Zs, Chuck Ragan's Revival Tour and Brink Thursdays
Published: March 27, 2013
Well, check you out, Orlando. Your man on the street here gets back in town and – thanks to vanguard music presenters Civic Minded 5, Tiny Waves and Accidental Music Festival – you get all interesting and shit.
Due to travel, I missed what surely must’ve been a spellbinding performance by Brooklyn avant-garde group Zs (March 17, Timucua White House). But because these artists seek to push their chosen instruments beyond their stylistic ghettos and into bold new possibilities, stacking the members’ individual projects onto their own bill the next night (March 18, Will’s Pub) made for a particularly special engagement.
Zs principal Sam Hillmer’s solo project Diamond Terrifier, for example, drove the sax into a primordial maelstrom of throbbing, unsettled bleats and diving tunnels of sound. Higgins, the solo project of guitarist Patrick Higgins, employed wowing finger work to weave a sound that rippled like a vast, swept cave lake. Guardian Alien – anchored by superhumanly tireless drummer Greg Fox – was the night’s only full-band set, and proved that even clatter can pulse with organic and exciting order.
This is the kind of thing that happens when classically trained musicians learn the rules and then push theory to the brink, beyond tradition and form. Still, that’s no guarantee of enjoyment. Proof of forward music done well is that, even if you can’t wrap your head around it, you can still feel it. And this bill was an awakening. Individually and collectively, they represent the kind of purposeful, boundary-pushing music that reminds you that frontiers still exist. And in the hands of bright docents like these, the frontier is a life-giving thing.
I like Chuck Ragan’s Revival Tour a lot. I love the curating and the collaborations presented by the permeable, non-stop lineups. Best of all, perhaps no other touring showcase better embodies modern folk authenticity. And, in terms of live experience, everyone involved subscribes to the spirit and blankets the entire room in palpable fellowship every time.
This edition’s roster was a bit different, trading in the typically gruff punk expats for effervescently feminine Jenny Owen Youngs and eternally vernal Get Up Kid Matt Pryor. Rocky Votolato was the only one with any notable twang chops, and even he’s on the more sensitive side. But it worked well enough. And though the lineup ceded a bit of heft, it compensated with freshness and proved the tour’s ability to evolve and grow.
However, Ragan’s full-band set delivered all the original grit, even deviating from the script for a great local nod by pulling the gravel-throated Bartender Brian onstage. When you have Chuck Ragan’s band playing your song and the man himself backing you up on harmonica, that’s a pretty big deal. As for Ragan, he continues to deepen the Florida music canon.
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