It’s difficult to find ways to cool down on Friday evenings when it’s 102 degrees. Brice manages to help me at least dream of being cool with the percussion that begins this track. It feels like the North Pole is invading south Texas, in a good way, however short a time it lasts. It’s rock, but not the 4/4 dance beat – we’re off kilter here in a very interesting juxtaposition of rhythms. The voice comes from deep in a refrigerator, softly blowing from “sixty miles away.” It’s there, it’s obvious, emoting more than discussing. The bass playing really pulls the dance upward through the humidity and beyond. Seek out the track, it’s worth the search; but I bet the live show is probably a blast also. The shoutout is Pulses, which has a slower mixture of rhythms, and a totally different flavor. Tasty. Eartasty.
Brice Woodall & The Positrons