Not a gyp
Plotz!’s fusion of jazz, gypsy song and rock goes nuclear
By David Cotner 02/05/2009
Rock music and punctuational nomenclature have long had an uneasy relationship — ? and the Mysterians, Therapy? and !!! spring to mind as bands who have somehow superseded a hell of squiggles to become forces with which to be reckoned. Latest in the grammar rock sweeps are Plotz!, a four-year strong Ventura phenomenon (yeah, me neither) that mixes jazz and rock with Eastern European and Romany influences — think Gogol Bordello with less sweat and more technical proficiency.
As the band once explained about the meaning of their name, “In German, the word “plotz” means to explode, or burst forth with energy. This very much reflects the way we play and the way we perform.” So savvy are they on their respective instruments that they’re not only players — they also teach master classes how to play, much the same way Cy Sperling is not only the president of Hair Club for Men, he’s also a client.
The players: Daniel Rosenboom on trumpets, Gavin Templeton on saxophones (of which there are many), Brian Walsh on more saxophones and clarinets, Jake Vossler on guitars, Orest Balaban on bass and Austin Wrinkle on drums. Their latest CD, Live 2008, captured at a summer session at CalArts, is fraught with grooves and growling riffs, punctuated by hoots and hollers thereat. It’s a primal, boisterous experience that pledges allegiance with cultures the world over, citing the ancient Greeks and British Iceni people as influences as much as perhaps Coltrane and McLaughlin, finding equanimity among rock gods and gods made of actual rock. They bring their talents from the far-flung edges of Ventura County — Moorpark and Simi Valley, for starters — with a modicum of noodling and a wealth of talent that, if tracks like “Weeding Out the Squeakers” and “Charon the Boatman” are any indication, threaten to overwhelm the stage itself.
So where have they been all your life, anyway? Like the Romany (Gypsy) people from whom much of their sonic stylings are borrowed, they’ve lived on the edges for four long years, honing their self-professed “electro-Balkan jam-rock” into a shit-hot beam of musical illumination that is as focused as it is wide-ranging. It’s a multicultural, multisubjectival world today, and Plotz! understand that all cultures — by dint of curiosity and understanding as well as the Internet – now take their place on the world stage, whether they’re oft-maligned Gypsies, the Republic of Ossetia, the Waziris of Pakistan or the NSK in Slovenia. “Peace, love and understanding” isn’t just a pop song — by embracing these neglected cultures, Plotz! becomes a stronger band for all its musical acumen, armed with tools to build a better band. And, as bands are built on influences, Plotz! wears those influences — Miles Davis, John Zorn, Frank Zappa, Mahavishnu Orchestra, Anthony Braxton — proudly on its sleeve. Yet just as the synthesis of sounds ultimately either makes or breaks a band, these influences aren’t necessarily apparent on witnessing Plotz! plotz; the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
One of the most poignant aspects of the Gypsy life is the search for a home, a place in the world. Ceaseless wandering is the hallmark of the existence of the Roma people, caused sometimes by persecution, other times by sheer restlessness — something, aesthetically at least, that Plotz! has in spades. This is not to say that the music is aimless or lacking in direction — it is to say, in fact, that there is a certain joyous freedom that walks hand in hand with intellectual curiosity. The swooping charges of the brass section through the 10-minute-plus song “Boudica,” named for the warrior queen of the Iceni people, opens the Live 2008 CD in a way that’s emblematic of the remainder of the album. It’s a badge of courage that’s necessarily pinned on anyone who tries to go where so few generally do. They want to take you with them — to someplace new.
Plotz! will perform live at Mai’s Café, 2815 E. Main St., on Feb. 7 at 9 p.m.
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