november 2013

Photo by Jim McGuire.

A flatpicking Americana forefather looks back on 50 years in the biz—with music still flowing and a smile on his face.

Pyromaniacs are notorious for returning to the scenes of their crimes, but fretboard burner David Bromberg has always been content to start musical conflagrations and move along — from country to bluegrass to jazz to folk to rock and to blues, sometimes all on the same album.

“I’ve always played whatever I’ve wanted to play,” says the 68-year-old éminence grise of Americana. “The difference is, me and my bands always dug a little deeper with all the stuff we approached. We didn’t want to play the obvious. We wanted to play the music that spoke to us.”

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Ivan Albright's fantastic "Picture of Dorian Gray" from Albert Lewin's 1945 film adaptation

of the timeless Oscar Wilde novel.

A lesson on the perils of naming children after scale modes—and why you should be inspired by literature's notorious villain.

Not to get all hippie-dippy—I'm not the hugest fan of all that circle-of-life crap—but isn't it funny how we all do kind of fly in these mysterious orbits around the invisible black holes of our history and genes and chemistry and who-knows-what-else? Flung around our little universes, we try to forget about mortality's gravitational pull—try to focus on paying the bills but remember to let in a little light from the imploding star of unrealized (and kind of stupid) dreams and fantastically unexpected opportunities so it can feed new life springing up around us… try to remind ourselves all that stuff composes the dynamics that make this prolonged state of breathing and atria pumping the crazy, unpredictable, terrifyingly exhilarating epic psych-prog jam that it is. We're always trying to find meaning and purpose on macro and mondo scales—always thinking/knowing/wishing there are/were some assurances after we're compacted into the dense mass of elemental existence before exploding into oblivion like the signal coming out of J Mascis' wall of Marshalls.

Yeah, life can be heavy sometimes.

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Whales and Leeches is proof that the Portland quartet has successfully grown well beyond its modern-sludge-meets-ZZ-Top roots.



Red Fang
Whales and Leeches
Relapse Records

If Red Fang’s Whales and Leeches is proof of anything, it’s that the Portland quartet has grown well beyond its modern-sludge-meets-ZZ-Top roots. The blistering opening track, “DOEN,” kicks in with a rampaging, Sabbath-style stomp, ebbing and flowing with off-kilter riffs provided by bassist Aaron Beam and guitarists Bryan Giles and David Sullivan. Listening to such anthemic grinders as “Blood Like Cream,” “No Hope,” and “The Animal,” you realize just how much effort these musicians have put into focusing their sound without sacrificing the abrasive textures and fuzzed-out melodies that defined their previous work. The monstrously heavy main riff of “Dawn Rising” demonstrates the tight interplay and sense of groove that Giles, Sullivan, and Beam share. Clearly they understand how you play a riff is just as important as what notes are in it. This has always been the biggest strength of Red Fang’s songwriting, but on Whales and Leeches it has become second nature.

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