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The Royal Noise, Natural Child
The Royal Noise, from Savannah (sort of)


At 10 p.m. Thursday, Jan. 26

Huc-a-Poos, 1213 U.S. 80, Tybee Island;

At 10 p.m. Friday, Jan. 27

Live Wire Music Hall, 307 W. River St. With Wormsleow and Sincerely, Iris;

At 10:30 p.m. Saturday, Jan. 28

Congress Street Social Club, 411 W. Congress St.

It's a three-day jazz/funk weekend as the recently-from-Savannah Royal Noise celebrates its first CD release, Keep on Moving.

This'll take a bit of explaining: Founding guitarist Johan Harvey has relocated to Philadelphia, where he and his wife bought a bakery. But the other guys - Mike LaBombard (saxophones and keyboards), Darius Shepherd (bass), Jonathan Proffitt (drums) and Andrew Robertson (percussion) - are still local residents.

The idea, Harvey says, is to keep playing live shows between here and Philly. "We've wholeheartedly agreed to continue to book, promote and perform, meeting in the middle, " he explains. "We have solid plans with a jazz/funk collective in Charlotte called Groove 8, so that's the next city we'll attack. We'll keep creating a presence one city at a time, furthering our musical careers both as a band and individually, and the goal is to be a truly East Coast act by the end of the year."

Keep on Moving is a testament to what we'll be missing once these three shows are over and done with. Joined by the astonishing organist Frank Rhodes, the band turns in a hypnotic set of tight grooves and stellar musicianship, the sort of rhythm ‘n' blues fusion laid down by Britain's phenomenally cool New Mastersounds, or mid-period Herbie Hancock.

They'll have nicely packaged CDs for sale at the shows, but you can stream Keep on Moving - cut over four days at Savannah's Elevated Basement - in its entirety here:

See if I'm not lying. It smokes.


At 10 p.m. Friday, Jan. 27

Wormhole Bar, 2307 Bull St. With Dogfood

“Cut your bullshit, son, and let’s get high.”

There’s a line for the ages, from 1971 (Infinity Cat Records), the debut full–length of this garage trio from Nashville.
The songs are stoneriffic and sandblasted raw with punk attitude and youthfully casual indifference.

And these guys, all in their early 20s, know how to rock. In Music City, they’re part of a ripping DIY scene that includes JEFF the Brotherhood, Heavy Cream and Turbo Fruits (the latter, of course, will be our guest in March for the Savannah Stopover).

They’ve toured with the Black Lips, which ought to tell you something.

Natty Child (yep, that’s what the kids back home call ‘em) formed in 2009. In an online interview, Seth (guitar and vocals) explained the origin of species this way: “We started 15 months ago. Wes and Zack had eaten a bunch of pot brownies. They kept calling me, all day, telling me I had to be in a band with them. I finally told them I’d do it if they would practice five days a week and tour a lot, they said cool, and here we are.”

And here they are.