NXNE Live: The
Royal Mountain Band
EL
MOCAMBO - JUNE 9

So
The Band's been kidnapped. It might be the Rolling Thunder Review, or Dylan's
fateful UK tour in '66 perhaps his evangelical stint. None of them puts
up a fight: Levon sits by, smoking; Robbie and Rick are in the trunk, muzzled;
Richard sits morose and the Professor remains, as always, eccentric amid the distress.
The culprits in this case come from Montreal. Endearingly self-described
as "sloppy, ragged rock n' roll," the five souls that comprise The Royal Mountain
Band are relaxed and confident, certain in the belief that their semblance to
Robbie and co. is indistinguishable.
Of course, being anachronistic,
this may be bullshit, but it's a scene minus the kidnapping that's
likely to appear in a new biopic concerning the life and times of Bob Dylan, entitled
"I'm Not There," in which the fellas from The Royal Mountain Band impersonate
The Band proper.
In this way, watching bassist Frederic Charest pluck
away on Saturday night, harmonica brace dangling from his neck, a wisp of mustache
tracing his upper lip, it's hard to believe there isn't a bit of Rick Danko in
his mannerisms.
Given The RMB's open admiration for Dylan and The Band
"We already knew how to play all the songs," guitarist Tavis Triance told
the Montreal Mirror in February in talking about their selection for the
role theirs is a sound that is nonetheless unique, to Montreal and to a certain
time and era.
Instinctive harmonies, decidedly blithe guitars and loose
drumming all lend an air of spontaneity to the show, so that little of what happens
on stage appears orchestrated. A set list, sure, but here are some guys swathed
in drink, playing music as few other bands do sloppily well.
It's
true that most bands thrive on, and likely pine for, a receptive and packed house,
but there's a sense in watching The Royal Mountain Band that they'd somehow be
just as content playing to the radiators, as earnestly as they meandered through
a set for a sparse crowd Saturday night at the El Mocambo.
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