Darryl Reeves - Alto Saxophone, Synth Bass
Kenny Banks - Rhodes/Synths
Joel Powell - Bass
and special guest Lil John Roberts - Drums
New Album Available “Mercury”
Hailing from Atlanta, GA, Darryl Reeves is a saxophonist that effortlessly merges the lines between funk, soul & hip-hop, expressed from a platform rooted in jazz. Growing up in a musical family, Reeves attended the Northwestern Performing & Visual Arts Center in Miami. Moved by hip-hop samples originating from jazz, Reeves was led to being influenced by greats such as Charlie Parker and John Coltrane. Reeves studied music at Jackson State University. He subsequently completed his Masters of Music at the University of New Orleans, where he studied with Terence Blanchard and performed on the scene with Delfeayo Marsalis. In 2004, Reeves released the funky and playful Diary of a Bandstand, to ample acclaim. It featured Robert Glasper, Russell Gunn & Quamon Fowler and cemented Reeves’ reputation for presenting a new outlook on the sound, style and production of jazz music. Reeves has kept a steady hand in not being limited to any specific genre. Some know him just as well for his production in hip-hop. Reeves caught Ahmir “?uestlove” Thompson’s attention with his ingenious jazz-funk remixes of Jay-Z’s Black Album, which was spun upon many of the drummer’s dj sets. Recently in Atlanta, he has been the music director of many highly acclaimed live sets with Aishah Rashied Hyman’s Spreadlove and DJ Kemit. He has performed and recorded with notable artists including Roy Ayers, The O’Jays, Frank McComb, Angie Stone, Kirk Whalum, Jill Scott, Phonte, Toku, Janelle Monae, Young Jeezy, B.O.B. and T-Pain.
To spend the time to work on anything vaguely fulfilling is very difficult to do.
The amount of time people say to you “That’s been done before”, as they pursue a university diploma to stick on the wall to be qualified for a role that has been done a million times before in an empty vacuous space that is any kind of office.
To churn out invoices faster than humanly possible and then be expected to get faster and faster again. Create reports from data that doesn’t make much sense to anyone in the company, to create information for management to decipher because, simply put they are too fucking lazy to go out and find out for themselves.
Then get older at this job, so much so that you become set into your ways, pushing your kids to make more money than you ever could, so that they have less time to do the things that they are really passionate about and actually contribute to this human existence. Or more like, pay for the things that you don’t really need, so that they can swear fealty to your life and the decisions that you chose to take.
Because, after all, children are made to be in your image. Not like they can develop on their own, or have any time of their own to figure out what this life is about.
To come home exasperated and exhausted not only physically but mentally from a day of being bossed around by imbeciles and socially inept caricatures of weak minded individuals.
To be so distraught that you can’t even bring yourself to actually speak to anyone or actually bring yourself to do anything productive at all, and from this limited amount of time I am expected to scrape out an earning to not only keep this fallacy up but to raise another family on it and take this abuse because I deserve it.
"During the Vietnam War," he told an interviewer in 2003, "every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high."
My Final Review, the one I got fired for writing. Tell the truth and suffer the consequences.
Australia in the summertime has to be one of the best places to be if you’re a fan of live music. As we speak, bands as diverse as The Chilli Peppers to Childish Gambino are in town, not to mention this incredible Nashville duo that go by the name of JEFF The Brotherhood.
Now I don’t know if this is because of the strong Aussie dollar or because it’s just a great place to be in the new year, but I have a feeling that it has to do with a bit of both. (I mean why else would fuckers like Good Charlotte be doing adverts for KFC, other than the fact that they have no class and are broke).
I digress, JEFF the brotherhood are in a totally different league of course, I mean they make fucking music that doesn’t result in you keeling over and emptying out your insides every time you hear “Lifestyles of the rich and famous”.
It’s great to have bands like JEFF the brotherhood in town because, well for one it shows you a different side of the oft-over saturated american music scene, we have all the DJ’s taking over the airwaves these days and producers can be great, but sometimes they all meld into the one and the same.
JEFF the brotherhood was a refreshing change from the usual. Hailing from Nashville, Tennessee I’m sure their lives are filled with great influences. In this digital age, everyone speaks about the scenes in Los Angeles and Brooklyn and other hotspots but Nashville is a bit under the radar for most of my generation. In my opinion it kept the music they made a welcome respite from all the heavily stylised but often dry music that dominates the airwaves.
Overtly simplistic and minimal in their approach, the band themselves enjoy the hypnotic nature of their tunes. The repetitive nature of verses and simple but familiar feel of Jake’s lyrics remind you of when you were 19 years old and had your first joint. That feeling, that feeling is what made me enjoy their music.
As my friends and I were entering the venue “Kinselas” (An extension of The Standard on the floor below where the yuppies like to hang out) the DJ was really getting into his groove. So imagine how we felt when entering the bar to the tune of Destiny’s Child’s “Jumpin’, Jumpin’”. Slightly confused and dazed by the DJ’s choice in music, but still able to laugh at the absurdity of it all He continued to play such fantastic tracks such as JLO’s “If You Had My Love” and TLC’s “No Scrubs”, I’m not dissing these songs, just kind of absurd when you think about who we came to see. Seemed like the venue management didn’t wish to upset it’s regular patrons but wanted to piss all the fans of the band off.
So we’re sitting around waiting for the band to play, when I notice that Jake and Jamin are sitting across the table from us. They seem nice enough, looking up to smile every time someone looks over at them.
My friends and I sat amongst ourselves engaged in idle chatter, and we end up talking to the band and their management, who seem nice enough.
They struck up a conversation and were an animated bunch, curious about Sydney and what to do/where to go. Jamin kept walking around the venue but Jake was chill, brought us a “six-pack” and sat down again. But maybe they were just trying to chat up my friends, who knows.
Next thing we know the supports have finished and the band have a few fans milling around wanting to say hello.
I was excited to see this band because they seemed to have bucket-loads of fun, hypnotic rhythms that reminded me of early Weezer with a tinge of Black Sabbath, refer to their music for further comparisons. Their recent album “Hypnotic Nights” was produced by Dan Auerbach of the “Black Keys”, which kind of really piqued my interest. After listening to the album and then seeing the clip for “Sixpack” where a bunch of their friends go kayaking down a river getting stoned and drunk and just having a great time.
As JEFF the Brotherhood start to set up my friends suggest that we finish off the joint we had from earlier. This pissed off the bar staff. The girl who was in charge was particularly ticked off, I guess all the yuppies wouldn’t approve of a little herbal remedy. Funny because I had an inkling that the band were doing exactly the same thing backstage.
We get caught by a Nazi venue manager chick who tells us to put it out. But she finds it necessary to throw us out of the venue before the band even start. So this review ends on a bit of a bizarre note. I hope my editor doesn’t kill me but I had to give an honest portrayal of this show. The funny part was that the tour manager actually realised that they were kicking us out, and stuck up for us, claiming that we were friends of the band but to no avail. This I did not expect.
It’s ironic since, Jake sings in “Country Life”, ‘I want a place where I can smoke weed”, and here we were getting kicked out of their own gig.
The fans that were keen on the band were there to see some good garage rock, JEFF the brotherhood definitely know their shit on that front. The venue wasn’t packed while they were getting set up, with people splattered in separate groups inside The Standard. With their track “Six-pack” on heavy rotation on Triple J and FBI, I’m sure you’ve heard of their fuzzed out, heavily distorted tunes, and if you haven’t well they definitely deserve another listen.