It’s always a special thrill to see a band that forces itself to do
more with less. Not only do they end up finding all sorts of ingenious
backroad ways to arrive at their music, but their shows seem to
radiate with this funny, inspirational charm. It’s a little like
watching that video
of the kid with autism who got to play on his high school basketball
team for one game, except that it’s art and it’s totally not nearly as
good.
Buke and Gass, a budding two-piece from Brooklyn, is one new band whose
ramshackle approach continues to make me smile. Their sound consists
of what they call a “buke” (a six-string baritone ukulele), a “gass”
(a guitar-bass hybrid they invented), some bells, and a kick-drum.
Each member plays both strings and percussion simultaneously, even at
live gigs. Impossible, you say? Exactly what I would have said—until
my mind was utterly blown, that is, by the musical advent of
sitting down.
Even more amazing, Buke and Gass’s live shows actually sound a lot
like their recordings. What does that sound like? Well, folks,
it’s complicated—but I’d venture to say they’re a mainstream mix
between DNA and The Carter Family (though for the reductively
inclined, a folkier Yeah Yeah Yeah’s would be a safe bet, too). Their
tinny, rankled chords at times sound like sawing sheet-metal, their
kick-drum like a hammering in the next room. Yet this is pop music,
people. And it makes me happy. —Matt Robison, Mar. 26, 2009