THE VIEW FROM THE OTHER COAST

The Insane Luchadors :: 01.01.06 :: The Knitting Factory :: New York, NY


Marc Brownstein by John Smrtic
After being rocked to my core by the Black Crowes on NYE, even I was vaguely surprised when I poured out of a cab around 10:30 on New Year's Day. Déjà vu slapped me as I recalled being (out of it) in front of the same venue on Friday night. I knew I should be sleeping, healing up from my excesses, but the music called and I am a very weak man when that siren beckons. A first time, and possibly last meeting of four jam all-stars isn't to be lightly missed, especially when the self-proclaimed supergroup consists of Marc Brownstein (bass, Disco Biscuits), Jamie Shields (keyboardist, The New Deal), Joe Russo (drum powerhouse in the Benevento/Russo Duo), and Scott Metzger (guitarist, RANA). Calling themselves The Insane Luchadors, this configuration promised rock-inflected trance to kick start 2006.

The sweltering heat of the capacity crowd hit me as I entered. Glasses steamed up and all I could do was listen, absorb, and wait until my vision came clear again. A Caribbean wind curled around my ear, and instinctively I veered towards the bar to order rum. Peeking through the fog, I sipped sugared heat, nostrils flaring from both the booze and the thick music. Metzger jabbed and slashed at the island techno, recalling Robert Fripp with the Orb or Steve Hillage in System 7. Finally able to see again, I was a bit disappointed they weren't shirtless and wearing capes and Mexican wrestler masks a la Santos, but you can't have everything.


Jamie Shields by John Smrtic
Without pausing, they curved into Latinismo that suggested Weather Report if they drank more electric Kool-Aid. In fact, Shields frequently brought to mind a modern Joe Zawinul – less constrained by a '50s upbringing and armed with the dizzy possibilities of contemporary keyboards and samplers. Brownstein, looking stylish in an urban tracksuit and snazzy hat, provided thick jungle cables for the others to swing on. As in the Biscuits, he was omnipresent but in a way that melded well with Russo's authoritative drumming.


Joe Russo by Kevin Quinn
Watching their faces, it was evident these boys know they're good. They are the modern equivalent of Pete Cosey sitting in with Joe Chambers, Ron Carter, and Chick Corea – dark forces and light invoked with skill and freewheeling drive. Yes, it was often amorphous. Yes, the patches of melody came and went without much logic. But the emotional core, especially Metzger's parts, was sound. Like the first Santa Cruz Hemp Allstars shows, one senses the potential and is willing to let them wander. Chilled out downtempo, spy music, electro fuzz, gentle dub, breakbeats, full bore space rock, "that Bisco shit" (as one loaded RANA fan shouted from the rear), and the other flavors already mentioned were explored. Like a DJ working from an unfamiliar crate of vinyl, there were stutter stops, but more often than not, they found the pocket. If you were patient, the music always found interesting vistas in time. The Insane Luchadors provided inspiration to finish up any leftover bindles before the Monday-through-Friday world returned. As their own ad copy announced, "come out and defiantly drive your hangover from the merely egregious into the realm of the truly legendary, all to the sounds of one of the baddest-ass improvising units imaginable."

After the first set I hung outside for a bit, but my appetite had finally returned after days of nibbling for survival's sake and weariness permeated my whole body. Despite rumors of Mike Gordon and other surprise guests arriving for the next patch, I found the lure of Holiday borscht at Velseka, a 24-hour Ukrainian diner I'd discovered, more compelling. New York had been awfully good to me, the music varied and deliriously satisfying on the whole. But the demands of the flesh and the promise of deep sleep and long dreams after a big meal won out over further exploration. Home beckoned, a whisper from the Western shore drawing me away. Goodnight, big city, goodnight.

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Comments

gabrielle Sat 1/21/2006 04:51AM
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gabrielle

Great Story, really catches the vibe of the whole scene, and makes me want to hear more!

shainhouse starstarstarstarstar Sat 1/21/2006 01:05PM
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Dennis,

three cheers to you again. I wish I wrote as much as you did... I have to get off my ass. Thanks for giving me inspiration to do what I love.

peace-
Shain

toestothenose starstarstarstarstar Sat 1/21/2006 04:40PM
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toestothenose

The end of the slip section through Rana brought me to the edge of my seat. Thanks for the taste of the NYC music scene from the comfort of my desk.

jerryil star Tue 1/24/2006 08:42AM
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jerryil

You were "Rocked off your ass" by the Black Crowes, but failed to write anything about NYE. Were you too high to get the job done? Thanks for another with big words and little substance!

Kayceman Tue 1/24/2006 09:43AM
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Kayceman

In response to "jerryil,"

You know, I tend to just wait and let these silly comments work themselves out, however, if you were simply to click on the hyper-link expressing how Dennis was "rocked to his core" by the Crowes on NYE you would see that the link takes you to his review of being rocked... I often wonder why folks go out of their way to talk shit; especially when they are off base. Anyway, figured I'd clear up the confusion.

-Kayce

Snatcher starstarstarstar Wed 1/25/2006 06:15AM
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Although I wish there could have been perhaps a more in-depth look into the slaughter house show that happened on 12/29 at Irving Plaza - in particular The Assembly of Dust. They are indeed probably my favorite band right now, as Reid's vocals wind through Adam Tirell's supremely formidable guitar chops. This band is absolutely great and if you're looking for a little taste of what they have to offer, just direct yourself to livebonnaroo.com and download their afternoon This Tent show, which was perhaps the best show of this year's festival.