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| THE
REVERB SYNDICATE at Dancing
in the Streets, fundraiser for Ottawa Regional
Cancer Foundation, August 19, 2007 |
| Ottawa
loves music outdoors. There’s the Bluesfest
(Van Morrison, George Thorogood, White Stripes,
Steve Miller etc.) - OK maybe our definition of
the blues is as liberal as our marriage laws; then
the Jazz
Fest (John McLaughlin, Conga Kings, and more),
then the Folk
Festival (Buffy Sainte Marie, Arrogant Worms,
Kristofferson, and on, and on) and for those rainy
days, the Chamber Music Festival. Then a whole pile
of free one-offs. |
| Tonight,
it’s Ashley MacIsaac – enfant horrible
(pire que terrible) du cap Breton – and the
stage is right at the end of my street, so why not
walk down and listen as the savage fiddler tortures
the neighbours? There’ll be complaints in
Monday’s paper from the same people who bitched
when Bob Dylan – yup the real Robert Zimmerman
one – kept them up until 10:30 on a work night
singing songs practically under their windows as
they tried to drift off to sleep. |
| Arriving
a few hours early – hey why not grab an Americano
on the street – the sounds of Jaguar twang
bars and Fender Super Reverbs draw me down to a
campy (can you still be camp?) quartet of neo-Ventures
playing spy tunes as two Sovietesque go-go girls
do the frug. No matter that these kids have no clue
who Denny Faulkner or John Russow were to the Ottawa
music scene of my day, nor that they’d never
believe that once-upon-a-time the city’s only
venue for original music probably held 125 standing,
refused to sell drinks when the band was on stage,
and was called Le Hibou, probably because it didn’t
really wake up until after midnight. No, Ottawa’s
become a new music incubator: these twango spys
may be playing to a beer-swilling street crowd but
they are just a-rockin’ and I’m glad
I came early. |
| Reverb
Syndicate they call themselves, and
I learn Operation: Jet Set, their obligatory CD,
recorded at Paul Granger’s The Meat Locker,
(bands these days do CDs the way we used to do posters),
has already yielded a radio hit and music video
– I Am The New Number Two. So much for their
mission of ridding the world of mind-numbing Top
40 tunes, or is their hit just a nefarious decoy
to lull us into dropping our guard, then they nail
us, unsuspecting, with a real underground sleeper?
But no, they’re anything but mind-numbing
and each tune is just as infectious as Number Two.
If these guys are underground it’s not the
music. |
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| Their
set, mostly guitar instrumentals, draws heavily
on the Ventures, with their signature Pipeline/Wipeout
riff thrown in more than once. Tunes are of the
60’s/70’s secret agent genre, reminiscent
of The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Theme (which they cover),
but they have gone beyond covers, adding originals
that stand up to their forebears, at least when
you’re in the middle of Bank Street, in the
blazing sun, beer in hand and all around you people
are bopping. |
| But
more than musicians, Reverb Syndicate are single
malt fans. Now I know the band is from Ottawa, land
of the notoriously abysmal LCBO (poor selection
of malts, but a great selection of failed politicians
sitting on their well-paid board), but I also know
they maintain their Cold War spy characters on and
off stage, so maybe they have a source of malts
I can tap into if I just present myself the right
way. I know; I’ll tell them I know Serge and
pretend I’m writing a review of their show,
then once I get them talking, I’ll subtly
slip in a few leading questions, using proven techniques
from Espionage for Dummies, and bingo! They’ll
spill their guts and I’ll have a couple of
hundred new entries for The Monitor. |

Nastya and Ivana
Gogodancavich |
Growing
up in small-town Ontario, as bassist Jeff Welch,
aka Agent Ampeg, aka Reginald Goodthrust did,
can be pretty dull with not a whole lot to do.
Perhaps that’s why small town kids so often
turn to music to entertain themselves. Like many
folks from the boonies, Reg isn't unfamiliar with
the odd day of drinking in the park , but nowadays
it’s Glenfiddich and not JD in the paper
bag. Ahh… still so much to learn.
Lead
guitarist, Victor Tremolo is a little further
along in his malt journey, being a sophisticated
aficionado of Laphroaig 10yo, not just for its
smoky sweetness, but partly because the name has
three vowels in a row. “You don't see that
every day.” Being the older and wiser musician
and drinker, sometimes I discern that these guys
aren’t totally serious all the time.
Serge
likes to ask musicians to compare tasting whisky
and listening to music; enhancing the enjoyment
by deconstructing the palate as one deconstructs
a song, but when I run this one by the guys they
only comment that “Well the Syndicate does
believe there is a connection between drinking
whisky and making music. Unfortunately that connection
is that we don't play that well after we've drank
a couple of bottles of it.”
Well
they must not have been dramming this afternoon
because they’re spot on. “As for our
musical career,” Welch adds, “we will
go wherever it takes us. Hopefully it will take
us to some amazing go-go lounges with free-thinking
individuals who enjoy dancing. If that’s
the case, we'll pretty much be happy.” |
| The
Reverb Syndicate is James Rossiter aka Casanova
Red on guitar and keyboards, Mike Bradford aka Victor
Tremolo on lead guitar, Jeff Welch aka Reginald
Goodthrust on bass and Mike Rifkin aka The Fixer
on drums. |
| Live
from Ottawa for Whiskyfun this is The Keefster signing
off . . . (photographs taken at the gig by Kate
Rossiter - not our 'official' Kate) |
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