Local ax man Rich Gilbert has a well-deserved reputation as one of the baddest,
loudest guitar shredders in the area. From his early days with Human Sexual
Response and the Zulus on through Concussion Ensemble and stints with
songwriters Tanya Donelly, Steve Wynn, and Frank Black, he's developed a
readily identifiable style: lots of wails, lots of distortion, and an affinity
for songs with depth and darkness. Black once summed up Gilbert's attitude
thus: "If you don't like this note, fuck you!" So now he's unveiling his new
band, the Blackstone Valley Sinners, and it's . . . an old-time
country band?
Sure enough, and there's no irony
involved. After decades spent dabbling
with pedal steel in local country outfits while his rock career took
precedence, Gilbert is finally hauling his first musical love out of the
closet, dividing his time between the Sinners, whose debut CD, It's a
Sin, has just been released on his own Valley label, and Frank Black &
the Catholics, who've lately taken on a surprising country attitude
themselves.
"I've always played country music, but I've usually just done it at home," he
explains from his home in Pawtucket. "When I was a little kid listening to rock
music, I'd always catch something like Buck Owens on the radio, and I loved it,
even though it wasn't cool among my peer group. Then there was a point when I
was in seventh grade and my brother had a Saturday-afternoon country show on
the radio. And that was it, when I got thrown in at the deep end. This was
still the late '60s, when country hadn't gotten overly slick yet. It had such
color, emotion, and power to it, and it wasn't any particular artist -- I just
fell in love with the whole genre."
Gilbert did wind up in one short-lived local country band during the '90s: the
Country Bumpkins, where he learned to play pedal steel. But that band's
approach was pretty tongue in cheek -- Gilbert even went by the pseudonym
Peckerhead at the time -- and he admits it's a big jump to be playing the stuff
for real. "In some ways, it's the other extreme from what I've been playing all
this time. I've just started playing through a very clean amp, so I can't rely
on my usual bag of comforting tricks that I spent 20 years learning. But that's
good; you have to do it. You have to backtrack where you can't put yourself in
a position of using what you've come to rely on. You have to put yourself in a
position of slight instability, to keep moving forward."
Even for a musician with Gilbert's restlessness, the music on It's a Sin
is a bit of a surprise. It's not alterna-country or rock country but a
traditional sound complete with one '50s number, Bobby Helms's "Fraulein," and
one '20s pop standard, "It's a Sin To Tell a Lie." The most subversive thing
about the disc isn't initially apparent, but the drums are all programmed. And
Gilbert works in a bit of everything he can do: filling in textures with steel
guitars and toy piano, dashing off on high-speed instrumentals (the
instrumental "Intro" is a one-minute catalogue of Carl Perkins licks), playing
every string instrument that doesn't run away, and, on "Slater Mill," firing up
the old whammy bar and rocking out. The latter is the disc's only newfangled
track and easily the best of the originals. Elsewhere, things can threaten to
get campy, especially when frontman Slim Cessna breaks into yodels. But the
good-time spirit is hard to resist, and it's refreshing to finally hear an
underground country album that draws nothing from Johnny Cash's dark world view
or Gram Parsons's haunted yearnings.
"We're not even drawing from the alterna-country scene, which has become a
whole genre unto itself. Most of those bands draw their influence from records
like Sweetheart of the Rodeo [Gram Parsons's one album with the Byrds],
where rock went into country. For us it goes back a lot further -- to the Hank
Snows, Roy Acuffs, and Ernest Tubbs of the world. We never attempt to be camp,
but maybe we do approach it with some slight amount of humor. We're not
laughing at the genre itself, just trying to be a fun and enjoyable band. It
seems that in the world of rock, and probably country as well, it's not hip to
make music that's just happy and cheerful -- but for us that's a totally valid
approach."
The band came together by accident when Gilbert and bassist Judithann (also his
wife) teamed up with singer Cessna, who'd previously lived in Denver, and
fronted a band called the Auto Club for a 15-minute set at the Pawtucket Film
Festival. And they liked the chemistry so much that they decided to stick with
the drum machine, so as not to have to bring another player into the mix. "That
does surprise people when they see us on stage. But there's nothing calculated
in our approach, just that we love country music and this is the way we play
it. I like to think that we're opening people's eyes and ears to the beauty of
this music."
Gilbert's own career reached its turning point around the early '90s, when he
had a good reputation and no full-time band. A couple of hot artists offered
him some high-profile sideman's work, but he turned them down flat. "I had a
few overtures, but it would have been tough. In those situations you're not
given a lot of freedom, and if you don't like the music it's really going to
show." Having missed his shot at the brass ring, he's been happy to play on
great records that haven't shipped mega-units -- Donelly's Beautysleep
last year, a couple of Steve Wynn albums previously. Although Wynn has since
formed a regular band, Gilbert expects to be back with Donelly whenever she's
ready to head into the studio.
But in some ways, Frank Black & the Catholics have been his dream band,
teaming him with a cult-hero songwriter who cranks out good material at a
ridiculously fast pace. And the band have changed shape often enough to let him
explore his passions. The first two Catholics albums were straight-up garage
rock. When Gilbert started exploring piano and pedal steel, they shifted to the
rustic sound of 2001's Dog in the Sand. Last fall they did a
rock-oriented tour, including some newly unearthed Pixies songs, and that
allowed him to start shredding again. What's more, they're about as spontaneous
as it gets. Last year the Catholics released two albums -- Black Letter
Days and Devil's Workshop (both Spin Art) -- that were recorded in
the same two-month period. On tour last year, they picked from a repertoire of
62 numbers. And Gilbert plans to head back into the studio with them this week
for yet another album, for which he freely admits he hasn't yet learned the
songs.
"Everything gets done on the fly. I don't know if that's a strict decision on
Charles's part [Black's real name is Charles Thompson], but it seems to work.
Whenever we go on tour, we like to have a body of songs that isn't the same as
the last one, so people aren't seeing the same show. We don't even rehearse
that much; we practice for a few days and that's it. So you're doing the first
show of the tour and you're thinking, `I can't remember how half these songs
go.' But then your musical memory comes back, and you fall back into the song
-- but you can't remember exactly how you played it before, so arrangements
will change from night to night."
With the swing toward spontaneity and Americana, and even some jamming during
the shows, it's no wonder that the Catholics have picked up a very non-Pixies
audience. I mention that a few of their live shows have turned up on
www.furthurnet.com -- a download site populated mainly by Deadheads -- and he's
rather pleased. "I've maintained for a while that the whole Phish, Blues
Traveler, post-Deadhead hippie scene would like what Frank Black & the
Catholics have evolved into. They'd appreciate the freedom of the band, and the
potential for things that can happen in the course of a night. Charles is
always moving on -- to the delight of his fans, and I'm sure to the detriment
of some as well. There are always going to be some who feel that anything
post-Pixies just isn't as satisfying. But we've become pretty comfortable with
the task of doing the Pixies songs -- I know I'm never going to sound like Joey
Santiago, but I try to approximate what he brought to it and still make it
sound like me."
Meanwhile, Gilbert has done something he figures he should have done years ago:
he's started his own record label. "For years I've been trying to get people to
put out records of bands I've been in, and it's been a frustrating proposition.
This time I finally said, `If I have to put this out myself, I'll do
it.' " Along with the Blackstone Valley Sinners album, he plans to release
music by his occasional instrumental band, the Cornet Premiers.
Local-rock historians, meanwhile, will be pleased to hear that he wants to
release the last demo tapes that the Zulus recorded in the early '90s. Reunion
gigs are also possible now that drummer Malcolm Travis (who later played in
Sugar with Bob Mould, then went to Nashville for session work) has moved back
to Providence to raise kids. In the wake of recent shows by Mission of Burma, O
Positive, the Cavedogs, and Throwing Muses, the Zulus are one of the few
significant local bands from the era who haven't got back together yet.
Although reunions have been discussed for years, the usual reason they haven't
happened is that Gilbert is just too damn busy. "You're always looking for new
avenues to go down," he explains. "You want to stay creative and slightly
insecure about your playing."
Issue Date: January 31 - February 6, 2003
