Last week I was in Boston for work, and when I found out that Galactic was in town for the first date of their Ya-Ka-May tour, I was thrilled. I went over to the Paradise Club with four colleagues, and we had a blast! I'm a musical evangelist and I love it when I contribute to people discovering great bands.
It was my first time at the Paradise Rock Club, and I was surprised at how big the venue was. I stood in front of the stage on the right side during the first set and a bit further back and then upstairs during the second set (I just couldn't get any closer, it was packed with drunk dancers!)
It was my third time seeing Galactic, and the first two gigs were both very different. The first time I saw them was just after the release of From the Corner to the Block. It was at the Nouveau Casino in Paris, a small venue packed full of hip-hop fans attracted by Boots Riley and Chali2Na. They were exposed to hard-hitting funk that night (and I discovered a couple of hip-hop artists that I had only ever heard on that record) and it was a blast. The second time was during the Banlieues Bleues jazz festival last year and they had Shaman Allen with them. It was a very different gig, mostly instrumental, but it was very very good stuff too.
This time, the core band of Stanton, Rich, Robert, Ben and Jeff was supplemented by Corey Henry of the Rebirth Brass Band on trombone and Cyril Neville on vocals and percussion. One thing is for sure: every time you see Galactic, it's a different band doing a different show. There's no risk of it sounding the same from one tour to the next.
I wasn't able to get my hands on Ya-Ka-May (they had vinyls, but the CDs only arrived on the day after this gig, it seems), and it didn't recognize much of the material they played up until the end when we were treated to a rocking Crazyhorse Mongoose. But it didn't matter that I wasn't in familiar territory, quite the contrary. The spicy recipe of Galactic's own music ('The Meters with a hard edge' is how I described it to one of my colleagues) was made even spicyer by Corey Henry's heavy slamming (when he wasn't roaring on trombone) and Cyril Neville's wonderfully lyrical singing.
There aren't that many bands that you can see three times in three years and yet still deliver a fresh and exciting show. Galactic is one of them. I shot a quick video from the pit, a song called Boe Money. I apologise for the atrocious sound, but this close to the stage Stanton's kick drum saturated the microphone. Still, it'll give you a good feel for the atmosphere. Some photos will follow soon.
