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The Staxx Brothers | 11.19 | Santa Cruz<\/h1>\n\n\n\n

By Team JamBase<\/strong> Dec 2, 2009 \u2022 5:00 pm PST<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By: Dennis Cook<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Staxx Brothers :: 11.19.09 :: Moe\u2019s Alley :: Santa Cruz, CA<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In funk music we find a pronounced commingling of elements, where rock, jazz and R&B bump uglies, moistened with soulful lubrication and powered by a church-like need to get folks onto their feet and out of their constrictions. When done right, funk hits one like happy lightning with a bumptious thunderclap that shakes our preconceptions and lights a fire in the pit of us. Not many contemporary practitioners truly honor the spirit of funk\u2019s founding fathers \u2013 Sly & The Family Stone, The Meters, Funkadelic \u2013 but one finds the same refined, lusty, socially conscious clamor ringing loudly in Seattle\u2019s Staxx Brothers<\/a><\/strong>, who further distinguish themselves by carving out their own mythology rather than riding the coattails of their ancestors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before the show, bandleader\/lighting rod DP Staxx<\/strong> (aka Davin Michael Stedman) tested the length of his microphone cable to make sure he could reach the already retreating weeknight crowd. Coming up to a total stranger, he quipped, \u201cI\u2019m Davin with The Staxx Brothers from Seattle, and we came to party. We\u2019re gonna play our fuckin\u2019 hearts out.\u201d The look in his eye and casual, confident tone announced he meant business, and the great leaping \u201choo-rah\u201d of opener \u201cWestsound Union,\u201d a glorious West Coast celebrating funk grenade, delivered on his word immediately. And then they never let up, not for a second, and this in spite of one of the most honky ass, hang back audiences Moe\u2019s Alley<\/a> has ever witnessed. How one stands still with a bunch of thrusting, jiggling jumping beans like the Staxx kids capering onstage is simply beyond me, but if the general lethargy of the crowd bothered them it never showed, and DP brought the party right into folk\u2019s faces, busting down the proverbial fourth wall to force choruses and giggles out of some genuinely startled peeps. As an enthusiastic recipient of their back alley gospel flecked salaciousness, I found myself happily singing \u201cCrimson & Clover\u201d and skipping with DP when he scooped me up. One picks up on the same audience-bridging gusto one finds in Akron\/Family<\/a> and Surprise Me Mr. Davis<\/a>, except much earthier in tone and more anxious to tweak your bottom like the Marx Brothers riding a bad ass bass line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For just a few folks, they made a hellacious amount of sound. With just three instrumentalists \u2013 Chris O\u2019Connor<\/strong> (guitar), Denali Williams<\/strong> (drums), and Shane Smith<\/strong> (bass) \u2013 the focus often rested on the four-strong vocal frontline of DP Staxx (MC, lead vocals, awesome, shameless clownin\u2019), explosive, direct and darkly adventurous rapper DC Staxx<\/strong> (aka Amin Tony Hester), and The Staquelettes<\/strong> (comprised of Angela Rickard<\/strong> and Michelle O\u2019Connor<\/strong>). However, the richness of their sound is a smartly designed, cleverly interwoven relationship between all elements, where tight, satisfying solos and perfect, humorous refrains arrive right on time, every time, and the whole thing rides like a cherry Caddy with top line hydraulics. Even the best of their funk contemporaries usually relies heavily on showy musicianship or obvious cover tunes to woo audiences, but Staxx has it all over most of them compositionally, vocally, and intellectually, and their showmanship puts them in the stratosphere of vintage P-Funk (on a no-frills budget \u2013 one dizzies to think what they might do if they had \u2018flying saucer\u2019 production money). Decked out in a Run-DMC tee, DP was balanced out by the curvaceous Staquelettes in \u201cRIP JMJ\u201d shirts, and it\u2019s sly little touches like coordinated fashions and a growing stock of stage props, costumes, etc. that make time with the Staxx crew so hugely entertaining. Good music is wonderful but if one can have good music and a good time, isn\u2019t that better still?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It would be enough that they\u2019re so bloody fun and engaging live but there\u2019s a deep bottom depth to their music. While not initially clear in the heat of a concert, Staxx\u2019s studio work \u2013 2008\u2019s keenly shaped, Parliament-esque 12th Street Blues<\/em> and 2009\u2019s heady snapshot of the band in fiery action We Are The Blaxstonz<\/strong> (produced by Scott Colburn, who\u2019s worked with Arcade Fire, Mudhoney and Animal Collective) \u2013 reveals slave narratives, close encounters with death, country and hard rock leanings, and way more as one commits to sussing out the nitty and the gritty in their grooves. And like Funkadelic\u2019s \u201970s recorded output, just as one finds they\u2019re shimmying they often also discover that some succinct yet important socially or culturally aware nugget has suddenly lodged itself in their dome. Frequently while singing along, perhaps unconsciously, as happened to me a few times at Moe\u2019s, one stumbles across a quality laugh AND something that gives one pause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And this creative arc looks to be on a continuing upward spiral based on the new numbers they rolled out at this set from their forthcoming third album, Jungle Cats<\/em>, which showed the band delving into even more diverse musical terrain but keeping things sticky sweet and dance floor ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJungle Cats<\/em> is our own mythology that we aren\u2019t actually black, white, Puerto Rican\/Creole, or even gypsy, but rather the last of the North American jungle cats, thought to be extinct, no longer running for cover \u2013 out of the shadows (of Bigfoot) and kicking ass,\u201d says DP Staxx. \u201cPlus we have crazy cool medallions, sweet ass capes, and a fur coat made of actual possum.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Their lustiness, hell, their PLAIN OLD DIRTINESS is essential to their appeal. As the world grows increasingly more desiccated, ball-less, insular and individually focused, it\u2019s heartening to find a band that openly and anxiously proclaims their love of pussy, nasty pounding, and other carnal delights that create connection, union, and vibrant, immediate sensation. Staxx is a post hip hop unit, and the street vibe is strong in this bunch. That often means they cut to the chase where others tiptoe, and more power to them on this front. It does not hurt that they have The Staquelettes, who undulate oh-so-winningly, moving hypnotically like some lost Motown sisters that might just give it up if you played your cards right. When I told the girls after their set that despite being a happily married man I had it bad<\/em> for them both, they smiled and said, \u201cWell good, that\u2019s our job!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From an absolutely blazing, tough as nails cover of \u201cRed Hot Mamma\u201d to irresistible new compositions like \u201cBad Neighborhood\u201d and \u201cSugarwalls,\u201d The Staxx Brothers reaffirmed funk\u2019s relevance and potency in Santa Cruz. Going straight for that g-spot and doing The Running Man with zero irony, they poured out all they had in them, truly playing their \u201cfuckin\u2019 hearts out,\u201d just as promised. Their apostolic character inspires healthy fanaticism for their cause. Their general delightful demeanor and blooming mythology, full of multiple nicknames and a strange, expanding geography, provide multiple points of entry, and wherever you come in the music is on point and rewarding. Theirs is a sound and mood that might stir you to dry hump the nearest GILF, toilet paper Timothy Geithner\u2019s house, or some other form of beautiful mayhem. The Staxx Brothers are reaching out, anxious to take your hand and get into it, and they\u2019re game for anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Staxx Brothers :: 11.19.09 :: Moe\u2019s Alley :: Santa Cruz, CA<\/strong>
Westsound Union, G Spot, Game Recognize Game, Red Hot Mamma, Roll Wit\u2019 Me, Sugarwalls, Money, Bad Neighborhood, Back Home, On Ice, 1992, Name Dropper, Keep The Motor Runnin\u2019, Jesus In Adidas, Detroit<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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