"Little Brian is a band that is taking the challenge of integrating the magic of slick old school funk, some fusion, and some metal combining it into a highly energetic, addictive musical artform that has that magical quality that will make you want to hear it over and over.
Ear Candy is a term meant for music that has a contagious effect on the listener, easily entering the cranium and exciting the aural senses. Thrash Funk, the aptly named cd by Little Brian is indeed, ear candy of the highest order. This unique band out of Austin, Texas has no less than 14 members listed in their performer credits, and they manage to utilize each musician in a manner that really gives one the impression that they can make a club start bumping, and at the same time dazzle you with some excellent playing, only to kick you in the rear with some aggressive metal breaks. I really have not heard anyone really tackle a style quite like this, it's almost what I would expect if Tower of Power were to jam with the Brecker Brothers and Metallica, and leave the singers at home.
It's music that has intense grooves, great funky bass and drums, a tight and dynamic horn section, and best of all, balls, this stuff is just solid from the first song to the last. I am sure there are some readers here that would be most impressed as I am with Little Brian's music. Now about the cover, and the image the band displays, I really don't know what to say about it, there is a story in the cd sleeve that can better explain the origins of the band, and the fact that the music is actually a backdrop for the novel that goes along with it, so, there is more to this band that what you are hearing, yet for me, hearing this band is enough to allow me to highly recommend this cd to fans of fresh, funky and well formed music."
From the ashes of what became left of deep funk
pushed forth, in a writhing
dispute with the evils of the universe, a dark tree
bearing purple fruit.
Spying this spontaneous life, a jealous succubus
exhalted the nubile
creation to musical perfection until slow greasy
tears of joyous harmony
dripped in divine soulful weeping. In aching
anticipation, the succubus
waited for the first shake of a branch when the tree
came to pure musical
bliss—at the first sign of laughter, she struck for
silence, splitting the
tree into two equal parts of groove and power: Sam
(Bass) and Matt (Guitar).
Leaving it for dead, she continued on her mission to
wreak havoc on the
unsuspecting, unaware that before her assumed
destruction, one fruit had
fallen from the tree, life still pulsing through its
purple veins. In a
pure-hearted attempt, one child of funk,
with soul beyond his
years, sat beneath this tree and meditated.
Reflecting in its visage the
face of the demon as an eternal scar, the fruit
throbbed and rocked until it
became a man. A cackling of laughter thundered
throughout the sky as greasy
rain fell onto the child and man below. The tree
twisted and turned with
strength gained from the child of funk, Selden
(guitar), until it reformed,
thrashing its branches back and forth, and then
calmly over its own child.
“Little Brian,” the tree said in deep laughter.
Grasping for order in disorder, strangers came to
the tree, trying to
complete what all knew to be an absence. After many
a trial, there appeared
a stranger called Butch (drums) carrying two sticks
which beat against the
ground behind him in effortlessly metered tapping.
Standing before the
group, he held the sticks up and placed them
together, forming an exact copy
of the tree of thrash funk. When the two sticks met,
they exploded into
great golden light that seeped into four places
around the nucleus that was
the tree and its family. Four more men of
spontaneous brass combustion
sprouted from the wise soil and took their places.
They were: Jay (Trumpet),
Clay (Tenor Sax), Nick (Trombone), and Kazuki (Bari
Sax).
Instilling in Little Brian an exploration of the
dynamic between funk and
metal,
sometimes dripping with greasy funk, and other times
opting for a no holds
barred thrash metal attack, the band taught him all
they knew of the power
of good (pure musical creation) until he was ready
to be set loose to find
the demon…and destroy it.
Thank you for playing 'Break Ya Neck'. It made me happy for a whole 5 minutes. I'm happy other times, too, and pretty consistently but hardly ever continuously for that vast amount of time.
So instead of making it a pain in the ass for ONE person (you), you're gonna make it a pain in the ass for EVERYONE else! Damn, next you'll have all your fans wearing the robot funk apparatus or something.
