â€Do you know a love song that rights all wrongs? Thereâ€™s got to be one to sing when we canâ€™t get along.â€
Put on Cool Your Jets (released May 1), the new album from under-sung Los Angeles club veterans Patrolled By Radar, and the longer it spins the more it casts a spell, the ideal band for an imaginary saloon where Highway 61 Revisited-era Dylan hobnobs with a fresh faced Doug Sahm and a gaggle of curious night dwellers shuffling contentedly as they try to make sense of this wicked world.
Patrolled By Radar moves with barroom honed muscle, a group thatâ€™s earned their stripes fighting for attention over clinking glasses, cell phone tapping, and post-work chatter. And PBRâ€™s songs really do snag oneâ€™s focus, though often in sly ways, the fun and skip of them in the foreground with all sorts of cool, thoughtful bits bouncing around in the background. This band swings hard but backs up their punches with brains and a well-seasoned perspective on the ways of men.
That their latest release ends with a pitch perfect rendition of Randy Newmanâ€™s â€œGhostsâ€ just signals songwriter-singer-guitarist Jay Souzaâ€™s kinship with that insightfully jaundiced, perversely romantic American treasure. Souza uses language with the same humor dipped scalpel sharpness as Newman with occasional flashes of genuine good humor â€“ â€œRallyâ€ on the new album is a shit-day mood-enhancer of the highest order. And the whole band – Bosco Sheff (guitar), Preston Mann (organ, piano), Ben Johnsen (drums, vocals) and Peter Curry (bass) â€“ serves the songs in an integrated way thatâ€™s short on solos and long on a warmly enveloping group dynamic.
Cool Your Jets reminds one of Americanaâ€™s first great flowering, an album that sits comfortably next to Wilcoâ€™s A.M., The Jayhawksâ€™ Hollywood Town Hall and Son Voltâ€™s Trace – all worthy descendents of the roots-influenced, energized, off-handedly skillful rock tributary stemming from The Band. Like the best children of Levon, Robbie, et al. Patrolled By Radar possesses a unique, hard to pin down individual spark, extenders of a tradition rather than mimics, where something heartfelt and quietly moving wanders the curved roads and smoky haunts of their tunes. Heck, even olâ€™ Lawrence Welk makes a champagne cameo so you know itâ€™s good!
DI asked PBRâ€™s Jay Souza to ponder DIâ€™s quasi-philosophical questions, and hereâ€™s what he had to say.
What’s the first thing that springs to mind when you see the word “God”?
Which has the better cosmology, Star Wars or Star Trek? Why?
Difficult to choose. The make-up was so well done in both, especially as each series progressed. But I’m no Carl Sagan.
Name one album that has spiritual resonance for you.
Revisited and was reminded of my feelings for the Vic Chesnutt debut, Little, recently. Astonishing.
Woody Allen once said, “I don’t know the question but sex is definitely the answer.” So, what’s the question?
What do you hope to get out of becoming a stand up comic?
You can have a dinner party with any three people throughout human history. Who do you invite, what’s on the menu and what intoxicant do you share for dessert?
My mother and father six months into their relationship and myself at age 7…Jeez. Good present day Cali-weed, and Powers Irish Whiskey. Cake, ice cream and enlightenment for the boy…to be shared.