Tue, November 4, 2014

Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm


This event is 21 and over

If Banditos have not managed to catch your attention yet have no doubt that everything we believe bands should aspire to be, the skill hidden behind pure appreciation, nice guys not always finishing last and the whole bit, this band out of Birmingham, AL via Nashville, TN are all of that but better. Most bands you can feel out before they ever take the stage, there is a certain arrogance in demeanor, especially the venomous confidence which most Nashville bands seem to convey. Still it is the bands not fitting within that mold who always seem to find their own way; it is a rare find but damn it is fulfilling when you do. I knew a fighter years ago who would always say, "when I walk into a room it's the quiet guy in the corner who makes me nervous, the guys who can destroy you have no need to bark like a dog on a chain." Banditos remind me quite distinctly of those words. The difference between the group of dudes chain smoking with awed face appreciation and the dancing flames of country madness which appears for their fleeting forty minute set is unreal. They may easily be the tightest and most relaxed band on the road right now. There are sparks but this is far from a flashy band so, to some extent, even when in their element, they are humble because those flashes of energy, the swells of emotions which keep the crowd edging forward, are controlled with precise restraint. When they do go off though it is hard to remember where you are for a few minutes.

Viewing their videos, there is something which makes them seem somewhat flat in comparison to being there sweating in the crowd with one of the last remaining remnants of those glorious outlaw days of country; not being able to feel just how tide-like their overall set is factors into this quite a bit. It is how they can have a jazzy feet-along-the-pavement stand-up bass line, then there is the backwoods banjo contrasting the soul vocals shattering the universe in a homage to the glory days of Etta James and Janis Joplin, the absolutely defining precision of breaks and stops, the presence of calm regret destroyed in a raging fury of lead guitar, and not to mention their facial hair which, without a damn doubt, has a presence all its own. These guys have it all and just happen to be selfless enough to reign all of the mad cruel passion into this ruse of Honky Tonk perfection. These guys are down home rock & roll the way we always hoped it would be.

If you find yourself rooting for the heroine imminently friend-zoned before defeating all odds and capturing your heart sort of characters then Banditos are all you have been waiting for. Regardless of that, even if these guys were complete assholes they rule live, this is a band you need to catch when they are in town.
Carol Pacey & the Honey Shakers is one of only a very few female-fronted, all original Americana rock bands in the Phoenix metro area, AZ, USA! Original and uncommonly upbeat music written by up and coming Tempe singer/songwriter, Carol Pacey. With songs written in Americana’s mix of folk, alt-country and rock and roll, Carol brings it all to her shows with enthusiasm, ease and pure joy. Originally from the East Coast, Carol moved out west and became enamored with what Arizona and Mexico had to offer. At her shows, she performs a collection of original songs, from poignant ballads to driving rockers.
Blazing up and down lead guitar is Andy Borunda, most recently from local indie band, I Me Mine and The Cyd & Andy Show, as well as Crazyblue and Obbligatto. Andy is an Arizona native and his main influences are Jimmy Page, Ace Frehley and Slash.
Keeping the beat is Ben DeLuca, originally an east coast boy hailing from the D.C. area. As a kid, he loved to make noise, and learned to play multiple instruments, and with a special talent for banging on things, the drums came naturally. On the advice of such icons as Jim Morrison and Horace Greeley, he headed west, dug the AZ way of life, and never looked back. Ben has an appreciation for many genres and artists, and what he’ll tell you he’s learned from those who have influenced him musically, is that, “Music is a universal language that allows us to express that which we cannot by other means, it is like medicine for the soul.”
Born and raised in Boston, Dante Fiorenza studied jazz and rock bass, and in 1999 with his first band, Surrender Dorothy, opened Lilith Fair Phoenix, and he has since performed with Launching Brenda, Stephanie Kniffin and Cameo Hill. Dante’s main influences are his father who, while not a bassist, is the “baddest tenor man in Boston,” Charles Mingus, Jaco, John Paul Jones, and Paul McCartney.
Up and coming living tribute to desert life facilitated through whiskey-induced musical offerings. Locarni, Reveles, Schacherer, Beene, Calrissian
It's hard to say exactly when Makeshift Skyline was forged into the ether of the dry, often inclement, and unforgiving bowels of the Southwestern desert. Some say it was on a night not unlike tonight, many, many years ago when childhood friends Jeremy Locarni, a bookstore manager, and Russell Schacherer, a grocery clerk, began recording haunting Dylan-esque melodies and jangly, disjointed chord structures that seemingly summoned the spirit of the still-living Tom Waits.

Soon, along came Matthew Reveles, a notorious undesirable who had a penchant for staking claim to many a living room couch, and whose own musical stylings were somewhat reminiscent of Gram Parsons or the immortal Hank Williams.

For years the godless trio wandered the deserted wastelands and barren wilderness that made up the greater Northwest valley, making fast friends with lowlifes and bands of thieves, pickpockets, and cheats alike, making rowdy and boisterous music wherever they went, and leaving a trail of empty whiskey bottles and broken hearts in their wake.

Eventually, Jeff "The Kid" Beene joined the ranks of this disparate and unlikely contingent of swashbucklers, adapting his extensive knowledge of the traditional guitar to a dusty, shabby, and lonely upright bass which had taken up residence in an isolated corner of a dark and empty bar, long forgotten by time.

Finally, Mando Calrissian, who had previously been known for his stint as a cellist with the symphony orchestra and general gun-for-hire, joined the troupe of ruffians, lending his classically trained hands to the lead and slide guitars, among other instruments. His was an otherworldly skillset, the kind no loving god would ever bestow upon a mere mortal.

At last, the amalgamation was complete. The transformation had successfully culminated in the eternal bonding of these hapless souls, whose respective talents and influences would combine to collectively change the shape of music, if only ever so slightly.

Of course, that's just one of many legends concerning the formation of the most mysterious and enigmatic, yet seminal and elemental bands of our modern time. Who's to say what really happened?
Venue Information:
The Rhythm Room
1019 E. Indian School Road
Phoenix, AZ, 85014