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Gutterpup CD Release Party

Gutterpup celebrates the release of their FIRST STUDIO ALBUM: Sorry About the Mess, Friday, December 18 at NECTARS in Burlington. 

Music starts at 9PM.

 
We'll be back

Currently I am highly involved with grad school and trying to complete a dual masters degree.  I will be back and posting on this site in late spring with any luck.  Till then I highly recommend downloading the Local Concerts app on your iPod Touch and iPhones.  It is a wonderful app that does a pretty darn good job.

 
The Dead Weather - Horehound - Review

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Review by Randy Lewis

There are precious few bands, especially those operating in the sonically weighty end of the musical spectrum, that demonstrate any appreciation for the notion that the notes you play may be less important than those you don't.

The Dead Weather, Jack White's latest project -- a collaboration with the Kills’ singer Alison Mosshart, Queens of the Stone Age guitarist Dean Fertita and Raconteurs bassist Jack Lawrence -- embraces that philosophy with bone-chilling power on "Horehound," the band’s take-no-prisoners debut.

Mosshart brings a wildcat's ferocity to her vocals; she's a fearsome adversary to all those high-pitched metal wailers. White, leaving the guitar work predominantly to Fertita, takes up his seat at the drums to drive this machine in tandem with Lawrence's titanic bass lines. Beefy riffs, upended beats and blues-rooted atmospherics are dolloped on sparingly, until it's time to explode with a solo.

"I like to grab you by the hair / And drag you to the devil" Mosshart snarls in "Hang You From the Heavens," which she wrote with Fertita. "Stand up like a man," she warns in the quartet-composed "Treat Me Like Your Mother," "You better learn to shake hands / And treat me like your mother."

In White's "Cut Like a Buffalo," his lead vocal, one of just two on this outing, is accompanied by the convulsive sounds of Mosshart's gurgles as he cries, "Is that you choking / Or are you just joking?" There's no joke here -- just mountains of chest-rattling primal rock designed to reassert the elemental power of the four-piece rock group. Mission accomplished.

 
An Evening with WAGAN and Funkwagon

To benefit the Lund Family Center
Higher Ground Showcase Lounge, June 26th, 2009

Written by Cindy Marcelle.

Regardless of the no-show D.J. Question, my good friend and harmonica player for Funkwagon, Collin Cope, organized and executed one hell of a benefit for his place of employment.  The Lund Family Center is a private, non-profit adoption and family support agency that does stellar work throughout the state of Vermont by matching families with children, teaching life skills to young parents, and providing low-cost child care to those in need.  Cope, a teacher at the center, buzzed around the event with a smile on his face as he worked the crowd for donations, selling raffle tickets for cool prizes like a new Burton snowboard and an iPod before gracing the stage to belt out tunes with his fellow band members.

This is the second time I’ve seen both WAGAN (an acronym that declares We Ain’t Got A Name) and Funkwagon perform together and the combination can’t be beat.  WAGAN, with their modern take on classic rock, started off the evening.  Lead singer, keyboardist, and organ player Zack Rhoads becomes Bob Seager, becomes John Fogerty , and adds his own voice to originals that to the lay listener sound like pre-penned classic rock classics.  I’ve seen these boys pack the dance floor and never miss a beat, and June 26th was no acceptation. 

Funkwagon followed with their declaration: Funk just ain’ freaky no more.  Covering songs from Les Claypool to P. Funk, this Burlington funk band knows how to party.  I’ve seen Funkwagon more times than I can count, and as frequent guests of Nick Bowers, Sound Recordings, I’ve herd my boyfriend and proprietor Nick Bowers mix them down more times than that.  And I never tire of Aaron Boroughs voice, Jake Perron’s bass, or Rob Jones on drums (would someone please get him a shot of tequila so he can feel the beat?!).  On this occasion there were some dignitaries in the house so they refrained from swearing (a feat of strength on Boroughs part) and omitted some of their more drug induced songs.  The audience, however, didn’t mind and kept their feet firmly planted on the dance floor.

I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again:  WAGAN and Funkwagon should come together to form one big-ass wagon train.  Two drummers, two guitar players, two basses, four sets of keys, and God knows how many singers is just what Burlington’s dance lovers need, even if they don’t know it yet.  George Clinton didn’t shy away from the multiples and I know that Boroughs could keep such a party in line. 

 
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