REVIEW: Keyed Up
When I get to heaven (I’ve made arrangements) there will a funky drummer, vintage guitars (of course), organs and melodicas. Lots of melodicas. Why I lovethis obscure little instrument (the mini-keyboard that you blow into) is a mystery to me. It just has a reedy timbre I find beguiling. You remember that Gorillaz song “Clint Eastwood”? It totally seduced me with its melodica part. Jazz trio Medeski, Martin & Wood breaks out the melodica sometimes, and I come unglued. So when this week’s badass band Greyhounds wrapped their set up with a three-part melodica serenade (not to mention a funky drummer) I decided they’d been reading my mail and I changed all my passwords. They jacked into my neural network. And this was after a set of magnificent, grooving songs, not to mention a dancing space man (more on that later). It was a highlight of a superb night at Roots that tickled all our keys.