Otherworldly cosmopolitan, master musician and lord of darkness Alain Mamoulian (vocals, guitar, banjo, waldzither) has been the skeleton for this outrageous amalgam of musicians and their polyrhythmic musical extravaganzas for close to 20 years. Born in Montreal of Armenian parents and currently living in Basel via Jamaica, Egypt, Bahrain, Geneva (where he led the punk rock Les Maniacs for 18 years), Los Angeles (where he played with The Lazy Cowgirls) and Berlin. Revered also for his score for the production of Sophocles’ «Electra» directed by Karin Henkel at the Schauspielhaus here, as well as his many other footprints in film, journalism, comedy and vaudeville.
The Dead Brothers are hard at work living up to the moniker «the one and only funeral trash band». Fear of death, not death itself, is still the major subject in the bands current incarnation. In their interpretation, the exaltation of death is life and freedom gained, the shackles go off. The Dead Brothers are dead only to be more alive. And don’t be bamboozled by their theatrics and morbid undertones. Because this is one hell of a deadly outfit musically. The Brothers performances, Alain, Matthias Lincke, Dide Marfurt, Leon Schaetti and Resli Burli growl with a sly sense of the macabre but the band’s sound is sophisticated, deceptively so. And their own compositions and borrowed material are brought to eternal life through their fine instrumental mastery and symphonic orchestrations. And what better expression of life is there to freely embrace the sentimental, the melancholic, the melodramatic and exuberant kitsch? And Richard Wagner, Dashiell Hammett, Georges Brassens, Hank Williams, Charles Aznavour, The Ramones and Marlene Dietrich!? Nothing’s sacred with The Dead Brothers.
Tonight live at el Lokal. Music to dance to, music to drink to, music to die for. It’s your funeral if you miss them.