The BellRays, Slim Cessna's Auto Club
May 15, 2020
The BellRays, Slim Cessna's Auto Club
Doors Open: 8:00 PM
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ADVANCED Public Onsale: February 14, 2020 10:00 AM to May 14, 2020 11:59 PM
Fronted by the fierce vocals and presence of Lisa Kekaula (The Basement Jaxx "Good Luck featuring Lisa Kekaula" 47th Annual Grammy Awards) along with Robert Vennum's gut-punching-raucous guitar playing, the band summons memories of sunday school teachings with classic anthems like "Mine All Mine" (Punk Funk Rock Soul V.1) and "Black Lightning". (Black Lighting) "The fact that we have been doing this for almost 30 years in no way diminishes the ferocity of the rock show we bring" says vocalist Lisa Kekaula. "We go out and do this all the time. Music sometimes seems to be a t.v. in the background but that's not us. People need to come see this band and be part of the experience. We're not a cat-click video. Most of the world is missing out on what is The BellRays."
"We take our ear where our heart lives in simple song-writing, making ourselves and hopefully all who hear it feel good," explains singer Lisa Kekaula. "We are proud of its simplicity and love how the new songs sound like old friends. This release is a collection of songs that illustrates why we do what we do. We are not 20 year-olds and that's okay. We are proud of our mileage and journey and PUNK FUNK ROCK SOUL validates our comfort in what music means to us. Viability, trend and meaning are up to the eye of the beholder. For the record...we like to rock."
There comes a moment in every Slim Cessna's Auto Club show when you realize you're seeing something you'll never see anywhere else. It's Slim Cessna in a white cowboy hat and beard, the lights haloing his ungainly frame, horn-rimmed glasses flashing through the smoke. He's trading lyrics and insults with Munly Munly, gaunt and strange, dressed in a shade of black particular to preachers and burnt down barns. Their voices rise and converge in the kind of exquisite harmony usually found in Sacred Harp congregations, and then the band cuts loose, the best live band in the world, and the two men are doing battle, playing out some cathartic war between good and evil on stage. Or trading dance steps. You can't tell.
I said the best live band in the world, and I ain't the only one. No Depression and Spin Magazine have said the same. This is a band that's held its own onstage with everybody from Johnny Cash to the Dresden Dolls. But you listen to the recording of "That Fierce Cow is Common Sense in a Country Dress," and it'll take you just about four minutes before you realize you're listening to the best band in the world, period. It's Lord Dwight Pentacost leading the lunatic rapture on his Jesus and Mary double-necked guitar; Rebecca Vera playing pedal steel so sublimely that I swear to God you can see the ghost of Ralph Mooney circling the stage; and, holding down the rhythm section like they have with each other since seventh grade, The Peeler on drums and Danny Pants on the doghouse bass, driving the band, making you lose your damn mind.
They've been making music for over twenty years, and there is, quite simply, nothing else like it. It's gospel music, is what I've decided. Gospel music for a blasted world. A world straining and bursting in constant pain, but one that can't help but overspill with joy - even knowing better. And the songs, Jesus. Songs about Colorado Indian hater John Chivington, alien abductions, patricide, a man born without a spine. This is the wild, bloody and weird America of Harry Crews, the only America worth a damn. It's what Flannery O'Connor was trying to say when she wrote of dark romances and the grotesque. If you've got a heart, these songs'll break it, and if you've got any laughter left in you, they'll beat it out of you until you cry.
I probably can't improve on what Jello Biafra said about Slim Cessna's Auto Club, that they're "the country band that plays the bar at the end of the world." But I like to think that as long as they're around, they can still save us from that end. Or at least from what currently passes as country music.