Gringo Motel, The Rectors
1250 N Front Street
Philadelphia, PA, 19122
Doors 7:00 PM
This event is 21 and over
Beat Circus is equally drawn to the avant-garde as they are to the old, rural, and gothic. Brian Carpenter has interests in free jazz and improvised music, film directing, and radio broadcasting, and seeks ways to connect these interests into a wide vision. -- Richard Elliot, PopMatters
Equal parts playful, ambient and ominous, Gringo Motel is an evolving music and art excursion that evokes reality as a picture show. The sound animates unusual love triangles, romantic betrayal, and runaway circus chickens through the desolate resonance of the American Southwest. Gringo Motel's influences include mariachi, spaghetti westerns, surf rock, and the circus.
Founded in 1999 by multi-instrumentalist, engineer, and artist Tom Scheponik, the band features a rotating lineup--contributing musicians stop in for recording and gigs as they please with no commitment.
"Return of El Lobo" (2005) illustrates a love triangle between a matador, a rooster, and a bull told from the perspective of a naive child painter.
"Shower Music for the Insane" (2006) continues the tale of love, betrayal and revenge as a doomed relationship runs its course, as Cesar the cat makes his recording debut with a mournful but poignant solo.
"El Pinko de Gallo" (2009) brings Motel patrons the story of three chickens that sneak off to see a gypsy circus, only to become unwilling sideshow stars.
"La Spectacle" (2015) A Bird Circus comes to town! tales of bird hitman, one footed hookers, aging acrobats, and a prankster who braids the hair of horses when women are not around.
"Above Snakes" (2017) The cantina band knows the folks pretty well in this town. Soundtracks for the barmaids, corrupt snake mayor, local policia, relaxing at the mud saloon, getting blurry eyed after a long haul.
Psychobilly madness guaranteed to exorcise your demons. Born in the modern Sodom and Gomorrah that is Philadelphia, The Rectors seize congregations lost to sin and vice, baptize 'em in holy wine, wring 'em out, and hang 'em on a cross to dry. If you can't get clean to the thumping punk of The Rectors, you ain't never gettin' clean.