Music

Hendrix Disciple Assists the Middle-Aged But Boner-Prone

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Frank “the hippie” Marino’s psychedelic music for the six-string crowd hits a high-water mark on Real Live. If you got an erection over Maxoom and Child of the Novelty 30 years ago, you’ll need to consult a physician on the wisdom of enduring three hours of wood now that you’re aged. Frank’s guitar wants to kill everyone’s mama, but with blue skies instead of fuzz. The first 30 minutes are given over to old arena-blooz-jam festivity. But the rest of it, around two hours, shifts radically toward open air and high-altitude fusion.

Get the idea yet that you’re going to suffer the twin curses of rockism and electric axes? Hear the history of the instrument unfolding in rivers of improv. And no one in Mahogany Rush rehearses things as trivial as rock ditties, although they wink in a few moments of “She’s Not There.” Twelve minutes is a moment for a band that also devotes considerable effort to the sound effects of war, heroes, and—I think—freedom. For red-state Canadians, Christians, lefties, and socialists, too, I swear.


Frank Marino and Mahogany Rush play B.B. King Blues Club & Grill June 5.