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Q&A: Zechs Marquise’s Marfred Rodriguez Lopez

Marfred's pants/Photo: Alexandra Kathol

April 12, 2011, Great American Music Hall, San Francisco

 

The Omar Rodriguez-Lopez group played the GAMH along with opening act, Zechs Marquise, a band that is comprised primarily of Rodriguez-Lopez men. Marfred, Marcel and Rico, along with El Paso friends, Marcos and Matt took the stage to an outpouring of genial enthusiasm – save for the fanboy stage left who intermittently screamed, “Marfred makes me cream my panties!” (I swear to god, no joke.) His enthusiasm was most unctuous, but truth be told, highly warranted.

The stage presence of the gentlemen of Zechs can be best described as mild mannered. However, their musical chops are on par with the very best of experimental Prog Rock (read: they give their brother’s band a run for their money – even without a demon possessed lead singer).  Marfred mumbled into a microphone here and there barely audible but equally as genial as the audience. The big surprise of the night was that his brother Marcel turned out to be quite an accomplished drummer. He held down the groove throughout leading audience members to speculate whether or not he wasn’t the band leader or a “mini-Omar” as one guy put it. Whether he is or not, it is apparent the band is one that is comfortable with musical explorations, each other and any crowd that might be interested in hearing them play.

I had the opportunity to chat with Marfred after the show where he was much more audible and quite articulate.

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Smooth Sailing: Reptiel

Reptiel (Photo courtesy: Ryan Wilsie)

I have never come across a band that described its sound as “Yacht Psych” but that’s exactly what the San Francisco band, Reptiel, has done. A pseudo-descriptive term that fits only so far as to hook potential listeners who might be enticed to give them a try but with the specific intention of figuring out what the hell Yacht Psych sounds like. For the record, Reptiel is a collection of SF musicians who have all been members of other bands that might also be lumped into the Yacht Psych genre: Thee Druggles, Thee More Shallows, and The Cubby Creatures.

I’m a curious person so I was willing to investigate the notion. Let me tell you it hasn’t been easy to put this review together. Words have consistently defied my attempts. So I’ve had their self-released, self-titled debut in heavy rotation for the last month trying to come up with descriptors of my own.  If I am forced to make comparisons to other bands or categorize them in any one genre, which is the first impulse of any music reviewer, I’d say Reptiel’s sound vaguely reminds me of Jefferson Airplane and The Yardbirds mixed strangely with Captain & Tennille. Don’t ask me why about that last act but the electric piano cords in Muscrat Love somehow became lodged in my brain after a few listens.  When I first heard the opening track, Galacticus Paradise, I immediately thought of the Eastern Indian sitar player, Ravi Shankar. Then I thought it would have made a great theme song for Terry Gilliam’s Time Bandits. There is no sitar played on this track but somehow the arrangement and vocals screamed “burn incense and listen to sitar music.”
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Review: The Fear Is Excruciating, But Therein Lies The Answer

Left to right: Bryant Clifford Meyer – guitar,  pedal steel guitar Andy Arahood – guitar, electric piano, synthesizer, Emma Ruth Rundle – guitar, Greg Burns – bass guitar, David Clifford – drums, percussion

The press release for Red Sparowes’ forthcoming cd, The Fear is Excruciating, But Therein Lies the Answer, describes their sound as “Thunderheads storming across the prairie, outraged students taking to the streets, migratory herds stampeding along the tundra…” To this list of poetic images I’d like to add: sitting intently at ones computer trying desperately to complete a time-sensitive design project, concentrating really hard not to slit your wrists, and driving 81 miles per hour in a 20 miles per hour residential neighborhood. The fear of failure (or missed deadlines or a reckless speeding ticket) is excruciating indeed but these sorts of everyday banalities, which possess a monumentality of their own, dovetail nicely with the heroic soundscapes heard on this latest offering.

The album “began with the larger existential pondering of truth, faith, order, causality, and the innate demand for an understanding of the larger world around us.” That sounds like you’re about to get one hell of a homily but the disc is mercifully sparse of lyrics so the listener is forced to draw their own conclusions, which to my estimation is a generous gift as too many rock bands with monumental aspirations muddle the proceedings with obvious and tiresomely opaque lyrical metaphors, like anything…written by Cedric Bixler Zavala after 2005 or that dude from Bright Eyes. With this album you’re able to free-associate the sounds with whatever flitters to mind, or heart, for that matter.

And while the allusion to cinematic soundtracks is inevitable, and not altogether inaccurate for the entire soundscape here is intensely visceral, calling to mind all sorts of images, as with the heroic list noted from the press release above, the individual songs do evoke a distinct emotional narrative that you can interpret as you like. This is the hallmark of not only great music, but visual art as well. Why spoon-feed your audience? Art that allows for audience participation in the form of open interpretation stands the test of time. Unless, of course, it’s trendy instrumental music like that whole Nintendo-core thing which I think we can now relegate to the early 2000s or is it still going on?

At any rate, my point is that while I found the entire cd enjoyable to listen to while doing painstaking work on my computer, it was not merely background music nor the soundtrack to mindless meanderings at illegal speeds through residential neighborhoods. No, in fact, I found myself quite engaged shifting from one nostalgic reverie to another or specific scenes from films I love popped into mind. Particularly I thought A Hail of Bombs would have been an excellent backdrop for the final denouement in Pedro Almoldovar’s Matador when the murderous Maria and the weirdo Matador she is obsessed with finally meet to execute a suicide pack that ends with them fucking each other to death. Seriously that scene leapt to mind as well as a scene from Stan Brakage’s homage to lovemaking in which we see two dogs stuck together in excruciating howling pain. Sometimes it’s like that, and if it is, The Fear is Excruciating, But Therein Lies the Answer should be your soundtrack of choice.

Official Website: http://www.redsparowes.com/