Turkuaz & The Nth Power 5.6.16
Words & Photos By Brad Yeakel (Opti Mystic Outlooks)
Turkuaz took the stage in a rainbow of outfits, each assigned a color, and rocking it from head to toe. The look added reinforcement to a sound that was as colorful as it was exhilarating. Resting on the shoulder's of Michelangelo Curraba's atomic drums and the devastatingly funky bass lines of Taylor Shell, everything they did was deeper in the cut than an infection. The nine piece was one of the tightest, rhythmically driven musical endeavors I've ever seen. The songwriting was polished, dynamic, soulful, and succinct.
Vocally, guitarist Dave Brandwein commanded the assault with the backing of a beautiful pair of female voices, Sammi Garet and Shira Elias. The vocal surprise of the night came from Bari sax player, Josh Schwartz, who hit a few high notes that left me stunned. With a bulletproof rhythm section and dynamite vocalists, it was no wonder the rest of their arsenal was comparably equipped to deliver knockout punch after knockout punch. Greg Sanderson, clad in more red than Little Red Riding Hood, stepped into the spotlight for one of the evening's first solos, and set the bar for a knee-buckling foray into the world of "the one." From there, trumpeter/ keyboardist, Chris Brouwers switched roles faster than Tyler Perry in a "Madea" movie, sometimes simultaneously synthing things up while hitting the horn accents. "La Flama Blanca," wearing white, Craig Brodhead slaughtered riff after riff in a psychedelic onslaught of groovy leads and well-timed hooks. His keyboard served to accessorize his guitar and give him some input on the less guitar-driven arrangements.
This show was an absolute blast. I danced like it was my job along with a few hundred other people who were also getting busy "working." The joy spilled out onto the sidewalk as we chattered excitedly about funk's newfound future. I rode a natural and euphoric high on my journey back home, on a headwind of funky residuals and rhythmic elation.
Every once in a while you see a band for the first time, and you KNOW it won't be the last. Friday night, I left Boulder knowing I'd be back for more.
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