My Baby are a smashing three piece outfit from Amsterdam.
From the get go, the Komedia was packed with faces of all ages. There’s a nice atmosphere boiling up as people who are eager with anticipation await for ‘My Baby’ to take the stage.
Amongst the dry ice, I hear a glimmering drone and so appears a mystical instrument which quite frankly just looked like a plank of wood with a few strings. As the guitarist slides and makes his plank squeal he informs us regarding the journey we are poised to take to ‘the bottom of the voodoo swamp.’ And so the trance begins and the piece makes way for sweet gospel spells from the singer. From this point on, the show howls with a unique blend of hypnotic trance/dance beats. With corking, worn bluesy guitars which were funk ridden, rocking and full of soulful howls from the front woman.
There’s a bluesy vibe reminiscent of early Black Keys, LA woman era-Doors, mixed in with Nina Simone on steroids making way for the inner Robert Plant. The drummer looking like he’s ready to surf the shore with his shades and shorts keeps things tight and steady whilst slowly unleashing his tasteful moves; with beats varying from Kuti style afro-beat, to ABBA’s disco. The crowd appears to be under their voodoo spell as they promised, and I can speak from my own experience too, that when their single ‘Remedy’ dropped, it was a euphoric release. The track’s repetition, and distant indian reverberated melodies, cluster in a fine way around the four to the floor drive. It’s a catchy rocking tune, what can I say. Various sonic textures are executed in style by the three, and the vocalist belts with a mesmerising holt.
Around three songs in the singer picks up a violin, and with the help of a wah wah pedal, creates some squealing hyper sounds that battle the rhythm section ferociously. Again I was surprised when the crowd dropped silent for the mystical ‘Hidden from time’ track, which swept with Raga-esque soft guitar, re-calling The End, and Jimmy Page’s White Summer from 1970. Other highlights include a rolling cover of a song that is dear to me, Bob Dylan’s ‘Masters of War.’ Instead of the haunting folk repetition, this rendition is rocky, uplifting, and laced with gospel vocals; the kind that bless us throughout the show. ‘Uprising’ is another smashing song, creating an ecstatic dancing vibe in the room.
Whilst the core of their music is based around the blues, I was pleasantly surprised to hear Indian inspired melodies a-la-Ravi Shankar, and even African riffs reminiscent of music from Mali. These were cultivated within their shamanistic musical rituals from their new album ‘Shamanaid’.
The crowd is howling to the appropriately named: My Baby. It’s clear that this band loves the glamour of Zeppelin’s charisma and free loving rides along shores whilst Jim Morrison’s ‘The Changeling’ rolls through the speakers. It’s fun and hypnotic, and they execute it with exuberance and soul.
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