Review by Darren Gawle
Photography by Rodney Gitzel
No, really. Ever since Coast 1040 went off the air, CISL and CFRO (Co-op) are the only two radio stations in Vancouver I can stomach listening to for any length of time. Sad, isn't it...
Well, no, it isn't sad, and I don't give a flying fuck
at a doughnut who knows. Well-written, upbeat songs are where
it's at, maaaan, and you can bet Zumpano
know it, too. You don't think
they listen to CISL? Then where the hell did they get the
idea of covering Michel Pagliaro and Badfinger tonight? How would
they know about "MacArthur Park"? Yes, you heard right:
Zumpano are Burt Bacharach junkies and I claim my ten bucks.
Once upon a time Zumpano were all alone in Vancouver, their transistor
radios glowing softly under the bedsheets, trying to figure out
the chord progressions to "Some Sing, Some Dance"; now
there are other like-minded bands in town, like
Bossanova and
tonight's openers, the Vancouver K(N)ights.
I'm not really sure if you spell that with a "K" or
not, and the band doesn't seem sure, either, this being their
second gig ever. Tonight's performance is unfortunately flawed,
with a string of technical glitches shattering the band's confidence
in the middle of the first song. The K(N)ights' songs are three-minute
workouts, something along the lines of a female-fronted and electrified
Incredible String Band, or perhaps the Bells meet Yes. I begin
to warm up to them after the second or third song, but then their
colour-coordinated vocalist (go figure the chances of finding
a guitar the same colour as her dress!) sings "You excite
me and delight me / The way you rock and ro-o-oll!" Gadzooks!
It will take Vancouver a lot of effort to come to love this band,
but in the end the Vancouver (K)Nights will be loved.
Gaze are conspicuous in tonight's lineup by virtue of evidence indicating that they don't listen to CISL 650. More than a little familiar with the K Records catalog, Gaze start off sounding like Lois or Velocity Girl, instead, but by the middle of their set they've thrown in enough interesting chord changes and time signatures (you'd be surprised at how many local drummers don't know what 3/4 or 6/8 time is) to sound fairly original. By this point, though, their performance hasn't engaged me, and I find myself more enthralled by Robert Dayton's display of topless lei dancing than by Meghan and Meko's best intentions.
Uniformly dressed in grey suits (aside from a smoking jacket-clad
vocalist Carl), Zumpano don't readily appear to be the most likely
candidates for any Most Outrageous Jumping About and Humping the
Monitors awards. But, then again, acting like David Lee Roth wasn't
really the point of most of the bands Zumpano seem to have been
inspired by (except for Freddie and the Dreamers, but we won't
go into that). The band members maintain their places on stage
and just play, as though the suits are license to remain relatively
still (a band dressed any other way would be dismissed as shoegazers).
Carl sashays his way around the stage, maintaining the general
air of a crooner bent on mouthing his hotel room number to any
woman in sight.
The music? Zumpano is the sound of the other kind of sixties
pop, the kind championed by the Classics IV and Gary Puckett and
the Union Gap. In other words, for me it's the sound of AM radio
when I was three and strapped into the car seat on a grocery run
with mum. Perhaps the rest of the audience recalls the same memories,
or perhaps there are more under-40 CISL listeners than are letting
on, because I'm not the only one Zumpano is reaching tonight.
The response is enthusiastic, and it's no surprise that someone
tries to request "MacArthur Park."
If there's one problem tonight it's that Zumpano beef up their set with the already-mentioned covers -- not that that's a bad thing in itself, but it only incites the crowd to start trying to dictate the setlist. Soon enough, though, Zumpano run out of songs. The audience, of course, doesn't care, and they sent the band into retreat behind the stage to figure out what to do next. Zumpano returns with an ill-rehearsed take of "Twist and Shout," which luckily placates the crowd. Apparently this was supposed to be 'Zumpano fan appreciation night,' which is about right. In the end, it was the fans who put Zumpano through their paces.
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