Something primal is happening in Knoxville, TN. Something slathered in
funk, born of southern rock, and inspired by jazz fusion. Real jazz fusion,
like Miles Davis, Medeski Martin & Wood and Mahavishnu Orchestra; something
that should notify you all that men can rise out of a swamp, plug in their
instruments of choice and knock the brain out of your skull with a sonic
assault that still boggles the mind. House of The Rising Funk consist of
four men: Brian Quarles (guitar, percussion, gadgets and the occasional
vocal insanity), John Aiken (drums, percussion and wisecracks), Dave Eckman
(saxaphone and the occasional bad joke) and Scott Belcher (bass and general
aura of cool) and yes they have been known to feast on gator meat dipped in
a side of the days freshest roadkill cocktail sauce. When House of The
Rising Funk takes the stage the chosen are sonically annihilated with
head-banging, groovalicous, rumpus-ruckus-rock that leaves them in a zombic
state as if they just had their brains funked out after what had been up to
that moment, a normal day.
The spirit of true jazz fusion is alive again in Knoxville, TN and such a
thing now-a-days is as rare as the Loch Ness monster and as powerful as
Sasquatch. Not only do House of The Rising Funk push the boundaries of
multiple styles, they are as humble a musical vessel as you will find in
today�s industry dominated landscape. With a finger on the pulse of modern
society, the band realizes that the relationship between artist and fan
cannot become a one way street, it�s a shared experience empowered by
willing and active participation by all. Its music, it�s supposed to be
fun, not clandestine. Soap boxisms aside, House of The Rising Funk will
remind you of what it felt like when bands were willing to play anything,
anywhere, for anybody.
