Spirit Family Reunion
Last Good Tooth, The National Reserve
61 Wythe Avenue
Brooklyn, NY, 11249
Doors 6:00 PM / Show 7:30 PM
This event is 21 and over
Spirit Family Reunion
Spirit Family Reunion began singing together on the street corners of New York City in 2009. Since that time they have travelled the highways of America delivering raw, high energy, honest music. They have shared the stage with musical heroes such as Pete Seeger and Levon Helm, and have given notable performances at festivals including Stage Coach, Austin City Limits, Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, and the legendary Newport Folk Festival three times.
The band has self-produced and self-released two full-length studio albums - “No Separation” (2012) and “Hands Together” (2015) - along with multiple songbooks and other collections of recordings. They are currently working on a new record.
Last Good Tooth
I’m on the Greyhound between Providence R.I. and New York City,
getting lost inside Last Good Tooth’s new album, And All Things On The Scales. The bus is a good place to listen to this band – they have shuttled back and forth between Providence and New York for the past 6 years – and the steady motion sets my mind at ease, ushers in the thick guitars and the heavy-footed drums, the aching fiddle, the naive, genius piano, the cracked smooth voice…
I imagine Last Good Tooth constructing this album from the ground up. They staked their plot deep out in the woods surrounding Hudson NY in the winter of 2014, dressed in misshapen, unnameable clothing, recently escaped from the Americana ghetto and looking for shelter. For construction materials they brought a small army of volunteers: string and horn sections, a haunting, clouded female voice (MorganEve Swain of Brown Bird), field recordings of a wintertime orgy and the Twin Towers falling on 9/11, and – importantly – an entire genre’s worth of complex (and beautiful) melody lines. Somehow the band itself, crambled together out of Penn Sultan (lead guitar, vocals), Alex Spoto (violin), Kevin Sullivan (electric bass), and Arthur Kapp (drums) managed to orchestrate the chaos – to build a house and then hide the nails – giving their music a ramshackle but composed feel which is structured without being overly reverent, and ambient without being lazy.
What are the measurements, what are the materials? And All Things on the Scales is not pop in any easy sense of the term; the first track, Shell, is over seven minutes long. It opens with the first of the expansive, unhurried riffs which seem to be the way the band thinks; what they find as they wander the shore. Walking along the coast, what you see doesn’t change very much but there is a tremendous amount to feel, and it is the same way with Shell as with the immaculately groovy Our Little Machine, or the steady pulse of Operation 2011. The first riff repeats more or less throughout the tune; it is the gradual layering of the first idea that gives the songs form, dynamic, life.
Both Penn Sultan and drummer Arthur Kapp come from families of visual artists, and this comes through particularly in this kind of
composition. Check out the shock of the sinister descending line
halfway through What I Was Born For, like a flash of vermillion in a
seascape, or the floppy saxophone part towards the end of This Light, like a patch of cobalt blue at the top of a shoulder in a portrait.
Sultan is a wiseguy crooner, a sinister baritone, his voice swoons,
threatens, pleads, cajoles. It speaks with different tongues – a radio announcer, a public safety expert, that creeping worrying voice in your head when you’ve overstepped your bounds. He sings with the ringing hollow of the public authority inside your head, impressionistic and sardonic at the same time, a tone which splits the difference between an official message (do this now) and a more personal voice (what the hell did I just do?). Consider the song titles for further evidence.
The lyrics are evocative without being too literal. There is a vague
unease which colors Sultan’s words, a memory of a bad night, dreamlike fragments of hands reaching across the table for a cigarette, a smile that you found false, a one-liner that catches in the throat. The lyrics’ general quality makes them more threatening by removing their immediate object from the field of view. By not defining the terms precisely, Sultan does what good writers do: he lets the listener bring their own neuroses, memories, and wishes to the table, drawing them in in the process.
Calculating and adjusting, balancing and weighing, for every action an equal and opposite reaction. As the house takes on recognizable shape and dimension, Last Good Tooth keeps the ear active with unorthodox measurements and strange angles. The horns (This Light, What I Was Born For, etc.), sound samples (Operation 2011, Amazing Breakthroughs) and piano elevate the record from a live set to an album that the band actively embellished. Even if the horns aren’t playing on the next song, for example, their possibility echoes throughout. It’s the same with Alex Spoto’s violin: It is not a constant presence, but it does a lot of work in unsettling your expectations, and giving the band a dynamic and wide landscape to play around in. While the album is groovier than any Americana album I’ve heard, Spoto’s fiddling also satisfies the band’s roots influences, which are subdued but present here.
There are other things to talk about and not enough space to do it in, my Greyhound is pulling into the casino. The highest (and most
accurate) complement I can pay is that Last Good Tooth has trusted in the intelligence and sensitivity of their listeners enough to make this album. Amidst all the working parts and the tools they have surely had to invent for themselves, the house stands – they strike an honest balance between the everyday and the poetic, the orchestral and chaotic, effort and surrender, scorn and regret.
- Noah Harley
The National Reserve
Most new music you’ll listen to this year is about innovating – putting something out that hasn’t been done before. But the National Reserve nails a different, paradoxical kind of innovation – one that finds an authentic new way to honor the bedrock of much of today’s music. And when you see it happening live, you see the sound of that foundation lending its power to the present with a straight face, dressed in a jean vest with a peace sign on the back, pouring out of a jovial long-haired man who somehow took the L train to the show from 1962.
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