Illumination Road | The Roxy | June 4, 2013

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A couple years ago, while throwing back some scotch at one of my favorite pubs in Santa Monica, Ye Olde King’s Head, I was introduced to a couple of musicians who were in a LA based band called Ironheel. They were in the process of putting together a full length album, and they gave me some sites where I could check out their music. Sometime the next day, probably while brewing some coffee to help get my groggy afternoon started, I sat down at my computer and looked them up. I got excited. It was raw rock and roll with killer bass lines that reminded me of some of the greats back from the 60s and 70s.

I’d bump into the guys on occasion at the bar and always ask how their music was going. I can’t seem to remember all of the details- I’m blaming the scotch- but what I did take away from our conversations that was that the band was going through some changes. I figured if they wanted to get further into it, they’d let me know.

Fast forward closer to the present, and after more drinks, Chris Ayden and Chad Mitchell Schlosser tell me that they rebooted the band with a new name, Illumination Road, but still took the same approach to the music that I had liked so much when they were in Ironheel. Apparently, their sound impressed others as well as they were asked to play a set at the Stone Music Festival in Australia where they shared the stage with the likes of Billy Joel, Aerosmith, Buckcherry  and the supergroup Kings of Chaos. When they told me that they were having their first ever  U.S. gig as Illumination Road at the Roxy, I had to check it out. It was just what the doctor ordered.

Good old fashioned rock and roll. An edgier version of the Kinks influenced by Hendrix?  Blue Oyster Cult with Robert Plant influenced vocals? A modern day The Guess Who (more “American Woman” than “No Time”)?  It’s hard to say at this point because they’re such a new band. And honestly, comparisons don’t mean anything. All I know is that there’s a sound here with this band that can really fill a current void in the rock-and-roll marketplace, and it’s a sound that is uniquely their own. If they keep writing songs like the ones I’ve heard, and keep rocking their live performance like I saw them do, maybe they’ll lead the charge to get music back to its classic rock roots.  After all, there is that whole cultural, cyclical hypothesis thingy…

Regardless, I’ll be keeping my eye on them to see where their jams take them. Check out the iPhone video clips I took, and if they pique your interest… pssst … they’re on Facebook.

Toddchella | Part III | We Were Indians

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Continued from Toddchella | Part II | The Record Company

My buzz was still going, and I kept going to the bar to get more ice for my scotch. I tipped each time I ask for more ice. I never had to wait for ice. Tipping usually works that way. I head back out to the stage area, and by the time I returned to my spot, on cue, We Were Indians started to perform.

I found their Soundcloud site and listened to the four songs that they had posted. It was a small sample size, but when listening to their recordings I got excited. “Love Over Gold” felt like gothy, glam-rock.  The lead singer on “Dream Store” sounded like young Eddie Vedder.  “Long Way From Home” had hints of classic rock.  This was a rock band, and I was anticipating a high energy, rocking set.

As We Were Indians started playing, I was immediately drawn to the lead singer’s stage presence.  It felt like I was watching a dark version of David Lee Roth or Mick Jagger. He commanded the small stage and more and more people starting filling up the space around him.

Sometime during the first few songs, I felt some water drop on my face. Then again. I then turned to the guys next to me and said, “I think it’s starting to rain.”  We started to looking up to the sky, when all of a sudden the lawn sprinklers went off full blast. The party goers immediately found trashcans to place over the sprinklers, and for a minute it seemed like the evening was going to end right there. I’m glad I was wrong.

After the sprinklers had stopped, the band made sure the water hadn’t damaged their equipment, and by created a barricade of towels from preventing the lawn water to overflow on the concrete, make-shift stage, and announced that it was time to rock-and-roll.

We Were Indians continued their set as if nothing had happened.  The lead singer immediately captivated the audience.  I took some photos during the set and recorded some video, but during the set the band announced that they didn’t want pictures taken.  In order to respect their wishes, I’m not going to post the videos I took on youtube (the lighting was terrible though), however, I have to break their trust and post this one, dope-ass picture of the lead singer rocking out.  It doesn’t get more rock and roll than this.

Lead Singer of We Were Indians
Lead Singer of We Were Indians

By the time We Were Indians had wrapped up, I had killed a whole bottle of scotch.  Needless to say, I didn’t do it on my own (I’m not that much of a lush … coff, coff…), but I’d had enough to drink that my brain went into “water-mode”. I went to the bar several times to ask for ice water, and I remember tipping the bartenders for each.

I had a conversation with Mike McGill (the guitarist) after the set, and he was kind enough to message me a picture of the set list.

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I’ve embedded the songs that are available on SoundCloud here so you can have a listen too.

Mike shot me a text that the next We Were Indians’  local gig is May 10th at King King in Hollywood.  Barring anything else coming up, I may have to do the 40 minute drive into Hollywood to check them out again.

I have to give the party planners major props for the way they set the line-up of bands, because they really couldn’t have done a better job.  They took three distinct sounding bands, and made it work seamlessly.  It was the perfect soundtrack for a party; a soundtrack that crescendoed into a party that was truly, 100%, rock and roll, leaving everybody with an adrenaline high.  On my way out, I gave props to the sound guy working the evening.

I woke up the next morning sans headache, which was surprising. I woke up in the hotel room and noticed that my LCD bracelet was still on. A subtle reminder of one of the best house parties I’ve been to in a while. Toddchella was dope. The bar has been set high, Coachella … you have some work to do…

In Memoriam | Steve Marriott |1947-1991 | You, Sir, Were A Bad Ass Frontman

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I always stayed away from the band Small Faces because I knew Rod Stewart used to front that band. I recently found a copy of Small Faces’ “Ogdens’ Nut Gone Flake” and when I listened to the first few tracks off the album I said to myself, “This isn’t Rod Stewart.”

Steve Marriott was the original front man of Small Faces, and to my dismay, I just found that out. He’s got a killer rock voice. Check out the 1968 video clip of Small Faces, fronted by Steve Marriott, singing “Talk To You” and “Rollin’ Over”.

I found another killer video of Humble Pie performing “Black Coffee” back in 1973.  Wow.  I wish I could sound like that.  Artful dodger indeed.

Look’s like I’ll have to look into Humble Pie now…