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For
most musicians, there's a trade-off between skill
and energy. Some sacrifice technical intricacy for the sake
of raw, from-the-guts power. Others devote themselves to
session-man precision, but at the cost of basic passion and freshness.
And then, every once in a while, there are players like Christian Gibbs. The kind
of guy who edges up to the stage, smiles shyly, and then, with an intense,
controlled wail
and a barrage of casually executed monster riffs, proceeds to calmly and
competently rip the bar a new one. In a few flicks of a hand he takes listeners from airy minor-chord
introspection into a Gibson growl that would make AC/DC proud, and then
suddenly back again, all the while spouting sly lyrics and peppering his playing with the kind of
white-hot guitar runs that aspiring honky-tonkers dream about. Add to that an equally
sharp live band (Gerald Menke on pedal steel and guitar, Gerald's brother Dan on
drums, Lance Kruger on bass, and Quentin Jennings on guitar and keys) and the result is
the proverbial quiet storm, capable of jerking tears and shaking the walls with equal grace and
abandon.
E-mail C. Gibbs
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www.cgibbsreview.com
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