Fabulous Party Boys, Megatron: May 19 at The Wild Buffalo

In that miniature Eden, musicians, friends, and lovers came and went like Orion in the night sky. -Fabulous Party Boys ‘Facebook Biography’

It makes sense that I would find such eloquent prose inscribed on the Fabulous Party Boys’ Facebook page after witnessing their opening performance at the Wild Buffalo on May 19. Having never heard them before to my own fault, I was quite surprised by their sort of crazy swing dance swagger. Their raving ruffled shirts pinched back by the force of their savvy contemporary style of funk elicited fantasies of Michel de Montaigne; it was a merge between serious intellectual speculation, casual anecdotes, and personal narrative.

The lion’s share of praise goes to no one because each member was excellent. Jon Hansen–tuba, for a lack of a better description, killed it. I’m not quite sure what he had attached to it but whatever he was doing it worked. His performance dragged me in. The deep base steamrolled my half-hearted day and woke me to life. The performance was solid. Scott Macpherson (sax) played the alluring sophisticated notes that had everyone moving every single inch of their body. His work prompted impromptu closeness of those standing just next to me–civilized sexual tension, if there is such a thing. Ray Larsen (trumpet) heralded like an army marching out into the desert to court a delicate flower in the oasis of their Eden. The voice of his trumpet could have brought the walls of Jericho down by itself. Andy Short (guitar) provided the necessary speed to keep the crowd’s fascination. I felt as though I was cruising to Chuckanut Ridge to spend the evening with a special friend–thrilling andanticipatory. Lastly, Marshall Petryni (drums) and Elliot Gray (keys), functioned as the heart and the soul respectively. Needless to say, the Fabulous Party Boys were brilliantly playful entertainers and musicians.

The main event was no less masterful. I went to see Megatron and I got to see Megatron. Immediately upon playing I felt like I had gotten dropped out of a plane. The wind seemed to be at my back and the collective joy in the Buffalo exuded from every place imaginable. The shared knowledge of Paul Chandler, Delvon Dumas, and Julian MacDonough sovereignly manipulated the will of the people. The grand design of their performance liberated what little reservation anyone had left to participate in dancing along.

Masterfully, Megatron conquered yet again the Wild Buffalo House of Music. I’m glad that I didn’t miss it and if you did well for the sake of your funk electric dance soul–it’s best not to think about.