Bassists and bass lines might be the best way to sum up last Thursday night at Baby’s All Right. Weaves, Cayetana, and Frame may all be harmoniously distinct in their musical leanings, but they share one thing in common – some rollicking, thumping bass lines and wild bassists.
First up was Brooklyn’s Frame. This three piece headed by bassist and vocalist Caitlin Frame has a very retro-eighties feel to it. Close your eyes and let her whisk you right into that dramatic moment of a John Hughes coming of age movie. You know the moment – when the rain is pouring and two star-crossed lovers are drenched in the rain as they rush to find each other. Frame’s mastery over her 4-string combined with her almost Aimee Mann-esque voice shined through her set full of songs centered around the impulsiveness and dividing times brought forth from even the most seemingly stable relationship.
Next up was the more up-tempo pop punk styling of Philadelphia based Cayetana. And once again the first thing to jump out and stand out all night was their outstanding bassist Allegra Anka. While singer/guitarist Augusta Koch’s speedy licks or gravely Dolores O’Riordan-like voice may take center stage, it’s Anka’s deft timing and soul that binds her and Koch to drummer Kelly Olsen. And it’s an immediate urgent, almost nervous sound coming forth from the moment they start playing.
Rounding out the night was New York’s own Weaves. I’m not sure how best to describe Weaves other than maybe syncopated or disjointed, but hot damn does it work. Listening to Weaves you might think that each band member wrote their parts in complete absence from the others and never revealed what they had in mind until the time of recording. But some how it fits together as lead singer Jasmyn Burke uses an almost spoken world like vocal to envelope the room, whether from atop the stage or kneeling down in the center of the crowd (that’s how she finished the night). Each member of Weaves is their own tiny force of nature. Guitarist Morgan Waters looks like he’s channeling an anger and fury through each of his six chords. Drummer Spencer Cole has the smile of a mad scientist to whom wildly varying time and speed on the skins is but second nature. And then there’s Bassist Zach Bines, who trashes his head around so wildly during sets that you wonder how he keeps pounding out thick beats but never missteps. It’s hard to take your eyes off Bines body language or your ears off his baselines.
Weaves is a rare find in the NY music scene right now. They throw a lot of weird and distinct noises at you and make beautifully melodious tunes of them. And their reputation as a live act not to be missed is growing and growing with each performance. And it’s well deserved.
Article: Omar Kasrawi