The parking lot was a full-bore clusterfuck when we arrived on Cannery Row for the Dynamites show around quarter of nine, leading us to surmise that our alcoholic asses might not actually know what day or time it was. (We woke up in a love seat at the How I Became the Bomb house earlier that day, and who knows what sort of ascot-bedecked atrocities they had committed while we were unconscious.) Ends up we were at the right place and right time after all, but there was an event downstairs that was described to us as "art and models and people that think they're in L.A. and shit." Glad we missed that.
We didn't know what to expect from The Junkyard Horns. We new that The Dynamites' Chris West was leading the charge, but other than that it was anybody's guess. What we got was the funky, funky Saxpocalypse--five saxophones, trombone, Hammond B3 and a rhythm section so tight it made Mother Teresa look like a trollop. The Horns laid down some seriously deep jazz-funk grooves from the likes of Grant Green and Herbie Hancock while we got uber-geeky and bludgeoned innocent people with our drunken dissertations on Grover Washington Jr. and the awesomeness of Motown's jazz subsidiary Kudu Records.
Saying "we saw The Dynamites last weekend" and "they get better ever time we see 'em" is getting a bit redundant so we'll just say...fuck it, we're gonna say it again. The Dynamites get better every time we see them. They played a medley of new tunes that were awesome, veering from the James Brown '68 hard funk sound of their debut album towards a more Allen Toussaint/New Orleans bounce that has us drooling in anticipation of the new album. When Charles Walker tore into "A Change is Gonna Come" we almost cried, and their version of the Betty Harris classic "There's A Break in the Road" made us lose our little minds. The Dynamites are off to conquer the world this summer, and we have complete confidence that it's going to happen.