LIVE: Bonerama @ Parish Public House, 10/31/17
Review and photographs by Prof. Teddy Clements, Ret.
Cross off from your bucket list “Hear burly gent rattle the roof with Sousaphone blasts, wearing a little black dress” if you hit the Parish Public House on Halloween.
Elegantly be-frocked Sousaphonist Matt Perrine dropped big bass notes with Bonerama from New Orleans: three trombones, guitar and drums plus Perrine, all costumed, like most fans. Some watching the World Series in the bar/dining room out front wore baseball uniforms, raising their glasses alongside Santa Claus. One guy was that Muppet who looks like a toothpaste tube; watching him bob and twist into the men’s room was worth the ticket.
Bonerama partied for real, detonating funk riffs from their new Hot Like Fire album, honoring the late Fats Domino – “I’m Walkin’” was terrific! – or brassing up Edgar Winter’s “Frankenstein” and the Allmans’ “Whipping Post” – both also tremendous. Trombones – Mark Mullins, Craig Klein and Greg Hicks – locked or soloed toward outer space, Bert Cotton’s chord-scratch guitar Kraz Z-glued brass blasts to the beat; and that pulse was strong and fleet in the hands and feet of newcomer Walter Lundy, whose turbaned ‘do almost reached the ceiling.
Fans pogo’ing, hipster-ing and doing the Funky Dumpster up front may be the best no-spill beer-equipped dancers this side of Jazz Fest. It was powerful, swampy, tight as Fats’ belt, and tasty as a po’boy.