More about Quintron
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labrujahThis is so good I had to post it. My favorite part is about the animals.
Hello Everybody, I'm here to try and explain a few things that happened last night and why I'll never be the same again from now on.
Thing number one: QUINTRON.
Mr. Quintron, actually. Truly the greatest, excitingest, most fullest of the spiritest, rocking and especially rollingist one man band that the world has ever seen. I am not exaggerating. If you are thinking honkin', squonkin' washboard sideshow type of one-man-band, then fast-forward past that big bass drum and start thinking stripped down drum machine, overdriven Hammond organ with Leslie speaker (you've heard the sound on every gospel record made between 1950 and 1979), and a frontman (the same one who bangs on the organ and turns the machines on and off) who can sing, scream and gesture as well as any of those old guys who invented Devil's music - think Jerry Lee, think Louie Smith. This is Caveman music for the Millennium. Finally a show has made me feel like there is something new on for two zero zero zero. Totally unexplainable.
P.S. I spoke briefly with Mr. Q after the show: He does not believe that he is from outer space; Thinks his Drum Buddy invention is "techno"; and has never heard of "experimental" music. Hmmm, very interesting...
P.S.S. Oh yeah, this Drum Buddy must be seen and heard to be believed. It has something to do with the light in a tin can and it makes wicky wicky record scratching sounds.
Thing Number Two: MISS PUSSYCAT.
Not only does she play shakers and sing backups for Mr. Quintron like three Ronettes rolled up into one, she also puts on one strange and beautiful fuzzy wuzzy had puppet show inside of a big portable ice cave. Now I'm not much for children's games and I absolutely loathe the theater, but this was none of that. This was like watching a short Technicolor television program in some unidentified foreign language - no subtitle required - with a message that everyone can get behind: Go start a record label and then only let animals play the instruments. Witches are mean. I laughed out loud, I laughed again, then I bought a copy of the animal's record. Brilliant. I hear it's different every time.
Here I am, the morning after the show, the rent's still late, my (ex)girlfriends still with that greaser guy, and the Braves still haven't pulled it together... but I FEEL GOOD!
Tiger H. Baer
excerpted from his review of the QUINTRON, MISS PUSSYCAT, SUBSONICS, FAMOUS MONSTERS live show Nov. 1998, Atlanta, GA.
Hello Everybody, I'm here to try and explain a few things that happened last night and why I'll never be the same again from now on.
Thing number one: QUINTRON.
Mr. Quintron, actually. Truly the greatest, excitingest, most fullest of the spiritest, rocking and especially rollingist one man band that the world has ever seen. I am not exaggerating. If you are thinking honkin', squonkin' washboard sideshow type of one-man-band, then fast-forward past that big bass drum and start thinking stripped down drum machine, overdriven Hammond organ with Leslie speaker (you've heard the sound on every gospel record made between 1950 and 1979), and a frontman (the same one who bangs on the organ and turns the machines on and off) who can sing, scream and gesture as well as any of those old guys who invented Devil's music - think Jerry Lee, think Louie Smith. This is Caveman music for the Millennium. Finally a show has made me feel like there is something new on for two zero zero zero. Totally unexplainable.
P.S. I spoke briefly with Mr. Q after the show: He does not believe that he is from outer space; Thinks his Drum Buddy invention is "techno"; and has never heard of "experimental" music. Hmmm, very interesting...
P.S.S. Oh yeah, this Drum Buddy must be seen and heard to be believed. It has something to do with the light in a tin can and it makes wicky wicky record scratching sounds.
Thing Number Two: MISS PUSSYCAT.
Not only does she play shakers and sing backups for Mr. Quintron like three Ronettes rolled up into one, she also puts on one strange and beautiful fuzzy wuzzy had puppet show inside of a big portable ice cave. Now I'm not much for children's games and I absolutely loathe the theater, but this was none of that. This was like watching a short Technicolor television program in some unidentified foreign language - no subtitle required - with a message that everyone can get behind: Go start a record label and then only let animals play the instruments. Witches are mean. I laughed out loud, I laughed again, then I bought a copy of the animal's record. Brilliant. I hear it's different every time.
Here I am, the morning after the show, the rent's still late, my (ex)girlfriends still with that greaser guy, and the Braves still haven't pulled it together... but I FEEL GOOD!
Tiger H. Baer
excerpted from his review of the QUINTRON, MISS PUSSYCAT, SUBSONICS, FAMOUS MONSTERS live show Nov. 1998, Atlanta, GA.
