Their precision is both remarkable and natural. They are nimble, imaginative and seemingly possess 360-degree vision distilling past, present and future into every droplet of sound. Dominant as the frontman may be, any true listener knows the importance of these roles cannot be overstated.
He’s been playing with both for awhile, especially Carnes, and it really shows. Just like Jimi had Noel and Mitch, Eric has Victor Little on bass and Kevin Carnes on drums. Their partnership, on stage and off, is a match made in rock nirvana. She burns hot and unpredictable like a roman candle spraying sparks into the sky. Delphine taps in to sultry soul, conveying a sense of longing that, given her alluring sexuality, can easily be quenched. The petite blonde spitfire has this endearing shimmy and slide dance which goes perfectly with whatever happens to be coming out of the speakers. Born to be on stage, she is a plugged-in entity of unfettered, artistic expression. If there exists the human embodiment of an Eric McFadden guitar solo, Queen delphine is definitely it. Whatever you want to call it, the overall effect is haunting, transportive, mind-expanding and pulse-raising. It’s noir blues, it’s voodoo Americana, it’s pulp folk. I can’t tell you I can recite any of his lyrics right now, but as they hit your ears, they ricochet off your heart. You feel like you’re mainlining a steady dose of funk-rock gospel. It also evokes a hint of Tom Waits at times. If you feel the need for association, it draws a bit from his time playing with Parliament/Funkadelic. His voice aptly represents an otherworldly being who has been around the block and back. His delivery oozed with warmth and passion.
The night kicked off with the dreadlocked sage doing a few songs solo acoustic. What many don’t know is the caliber of his songwriting and how diverse he is stylistically. Channeling every note from head to toe, his body language accentuates the aural impact exponentially. What you’re hearing is only part of the equation. Prepared as you may be, it’s still hard not to be knocked off balance. He unleashes these stream-of-consciousness torrents, luring the listener into a Bermuda Triangle of sonic wonderment. The guy really is about as close as you’re going to get to Hendrix in this day and age. On this night it was a true privilege to soak in the pure power of his singular artistry.Įric McFadden’s shredding credentials are no secret. McFadden is known widely as a star sideman who has played with everyone under the sun, elevating their sound to unforeseen heights. Cliche as it may sound, his guitar is an extension of his soul a soul which embraces both shadow and illumination. The guy is as iconic a rock star as anyone who has graced this stage – both in appearance and musical swagger. We first saw Eric McFadden back in November as a member of Roosevelt Collier’s California Get Down. The potion of punk potency overflowed only at random intervals, but when it did, it seized the room with an unrelenting grip.
Call it a blast from the past as punk vocalist extraordinaire – Queen delphine – joined forces with the Eric McFadden Trio on Friday, May 27. Rumor has it this place used to have a reputation for catering to punk music. By the time the band was playing The Stooges’ “I Wanna Be Your Dog,” the frenetic energy in the room was vibrating with reckless abandon and threatening to spin off the edge. It’s not every day the dance floor at the Crazy Horse turns into a mosh pit.
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