The Numbers Band Is the Greatest Band I've Ever Seen
George Smith, Village Voice, slithering over the beat like a for her in terror, “She said, It’s been said... July 6 2004 snake, then rhythm guitar, then ‘What road?’” David Fricke, Rolling Stone, The blues have me by the Kidney’s thin voice, insisting on April 2004 throat, and the fingers are a that greenback suit until you Joe Cushley, Mojo It wasn’t all steel-mill Stooges man’s who lives in a cemetery. can see it walking down the 15-60-75 are one of the few out- action in 1970s Ohio. While Pere The band is tight, turns on a street as his lead guitar picks fits to have stamped generic R&B Ubu and Devo were in the early dime. The Numbers, one gath- up the bass’s theme and flails with an original seal. At moments stages of mutation, 15.60.75 - ers, were the very definition of it like a whip. Across nearly 11 one catches strains of Santana a.ka. the Numbers Band - terror- unpopular but committed. minutes, the performance is and The Doors in their polyrhyth- ized local saloons with a future all play and menace, all here mic blues effusions - but there blues of Sun Ra-style sax honk, Greil Marcus, Salon.com, and now, all origins erased, a is also a deeper, more esoteric raga-guitar spinout and funky July 7 2000 reach beyond the story to the imagination at work. Kidney is a “Sister Ray” surge: Bonnaroo in Cat-Iron was a blues singer from willfulness in which it begins, Van Vliet on the distaff side, or a bottle, way ahead of schedule.
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