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November 14-20, 2002
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Yelling "jam band" in a crowded theater would get you 200 bassists flip-riffing Chris Squire solos and fire-breathing Yngwie-istes over-playing to the point of distraction. Luckily, The Slip whisper their jamminess, while choosing to wham-bam other parts of their personalities -- lucid, Steve Reich-ian trance-iness, casual funk, a quiet sense of country-politan jazz. CDs like Does and Gecko are knee-deep banana extravaganzas, but the instrumental moments that frequent The Slip's newest, Angels Come on Time (Rykodisc), are played and composed with melodies as memorable as their riffs. While the deconstructivist "Sorry" and the mutant-funky "Jumby" fly fast and hit oddly ethereal trip-hoppy speed bumps, vocal tunes (rarely The Slip's forte) like the eerie "Tinderbox" and the roots/reggae-ish "Love and Tears" are as expansive in their lyrical universality as the band is hyper-talented in its playing skills.
Fri., Nov. 15, 9 p.m., $13-$15, with The Motet and Kahi King, The TLA, 334 South St., 215-336-2000.
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