REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD: Rustic
Overtones. |
The tiny room in the East Village shook from top to bottom for almost an hour on a frosty New York night last week. Rustic Overtones came to town relaxed, satisfied, a conquering army. They numbered nine in the white As Fast As van: the original seven (with no extra horns or strings), tour manager DLo, and producer/engineer Jim Begley.
The venue was the Mercury Lounge, a little past the Bowery on the Lower East Side. Not a big room like Wetlands or Irving Plaza, where the band had played during the glory days of the late ’90s. At the Mercury the cover was only ten bucks and the lady at the door reading Time made sure to ask who you were there to see.
“Rustic Overtones,” I said.
She grunted and made a check mark under their name. It looked like I was number twenty.
The tally didn’t include the sixty suits on the guest list, though — cats from the Velour Music Group. The small NYC label had wined and dined the band earlier. Eric Krasno, a member of the label’s biggest act, jam band/soul-shakers Soulive, was at the show, and introduced the show: “The Rustic Overtones are back!”
And through the crowd the seven members of Rustic, Spencer Albee, Dave Gutter, Tony McNaboe, J. Ward, Ryan Zoidis, Dave Noyes, and John Roods, made their way to the stage. They jumped right into “Light at the End,” the title track off the new album and the newer album, which (Gutter announced with a grizzled casualness) will be re-released nationwide on Velour in March.
| Rustic Overtones with local music students | at Waterville Opera House, 93 Main St, Waterville | 8 pm December 29 | $18.50-22.50 | 207.873.7000 |
A couple dudes up front were totally into it and jumped up and down like zealous Bosstones for the entire show. Displaced Mainers down in the big city, they got especially fired up for the older tunes: “Combustible” with its spaced-out mid-section, and “Smoke,” which closed the show with a mega-thunderclap. Like the Asylum shows over Thanksgiving, the Overtones included a tasty little nugget of the Zeppelin barn-stormer “Kashmir” at the end of “Smoke.”The room looked to be shaking physically, Gutter’s vocals shoving the white bricks back with every yell. The bricks didn’t stand a chance; those yells had been lying in wait for a while.
Back in the day, at the massive State Theatre shows, Rustic were larger than life, even though I’d run into Gutter at 7-Eleven or Tony at the Drum Shop. They were the rock stars of Portland, and it just wasn’t the same after they called it a day in 2002. The new bands were good, the new material was rock ‘n’ roll you could be proud of, but in the sometimes smoky, sometimes tipsy, sometimes empty halls of the Portland music scene, the foundation had cracked.
