Our last show at the Intervale featured a very loud Jazz Guys to wake up the lazy afternoon crowd (as well as the late-summer sleepy grasshoppers settled in the grasses around the barn).
The Jazz Guys are something not entirely jazz. In fact, they aren't jazz at all. They are more like a displaced Brit-pop-alt-inde band "journeying" through the Green Mountains. And being a "compilation" of two brothers, childhood friends and Johnson State grads, makes them decidedly non-Brit-pop-all-together. In these predominantly downjam band lands of Vermont, this group offers a refreshing heightened upward moving beat, that begins at the achilles tendon and works it's way up and out through every orifice of the head. They were damn loud. And with all their tight-knit boyish punk reverb, they drove out the last group of nesting swallows from the barn's rafters above. Not only should you be willing to go many miles to pay to see this Burlington band (and shimmy your butt off), but you might also consider them for hire if ever you need to clear your attic of bats! And then I imagine them with a bass; with that who knows what kind of creatures could be stirred out of their musical corners....
