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Updated on January 23, 2009 at 8:41 PM

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Re: “Best of the White Eagle

A 48 year old veteran of the punk scene; I gave seven hard years of my life to drumming for three fantastic bands, and it ruined my musical digestive system. I hate most music.I can handle only the purest, sweetest, most genius-laden and soul-shining jams. But where can I find music like that??

I saw Mars Retrieval Unit at the White Eagle a few months ago and I was astonished with their technical virtuosity and the subtle and meticulous textures and patterns of their compositions. Each member is a musician's musician, and close listening pays off. They play on the first Wednesday of every month at the White Eagle, so that is easy to remember. Fronted by a bright young man who plays an emerald green PRS guitar via about six pedals, he noodles through sweeping single note passages in perfect time with a pretty young lady in a cloche who plays a tarnished saxophone and a flute through an echo unit. She also sings like a bird. I went to see them again last night, wondering if my first encounter with them was a fluke. It was not.

I am an uninhibited guy. I speak my mind and live by my own rules; but I do have my limits. I hate the idea of making a clown of myself. I don’t really even like to make a scene. So a band had better really bring something magical to the game for me to get involved in a physical way.

Last night I could have danced forever. I quickly found a hollow place in the music that I could be in, I could breathe, emote and gesture my feelings in real time. I escaped into weird fantasies and savored tasty memories with clarity, nesting in the womb of MRU’s psychedelic, lush jams.

I interpreted my instant crush on the lady on stage by waving my hands toward her like palm fronds, I bowed, prayed and kneeled before her, all in time with the hypnotic groove.

I later thanked a pair of darling girls who were also dancing, telling them it was a pleasure to share the dance floor with them. They told me their names and smiled with lilting joy, oh happy night!

An exhausted friend later commented that they sounded over-rehearsed and over-thought. But I am glad that they know their material so well that they can be trusted whilst I freebird naked on the astral-plane. And while they certainly can play a cerebral variety of jazz, they also play with a visceral physicality that yields a horny dance-floor vibe.

And if that were not enough~ they respectfully cover seventies classics ("Used Me Up" by Bill Withers and "MAGIC MAN" by Heart!!!) favoring faithful reproduction over creative interpretation. Classy.

Finding Mars Retrieval unit was like falling in love. Thank you.

Posted by Liebekrieg on 11/17/2010 at 10:33 PM

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