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Concert Review: Renegade Sufi at Drom

Concert review by Matt Cole

On Sunday, the 24th of November, I caught an enjoyable double bill of Dawoud Kringle‘s eclectic ensemble Renegade Sufi and Holly Cordero‘s jazzy project Truculently Audacious at Alphabet City’s Drom. Though different stylistically on the surface, these two bands nonetheless went quite well together.

Up next was Dawoud Kringle’s Renegade Sufi, consisting of Mr. Kringle on sitar, dilruba, and vocals; Alessio Romano on drums; and Holly Cordero (bass) and Renato Diz (piano) from the previous band rounding out the unit. Right from the beginning, the band showed an olio of influences, with an initial drone yielding to a building lead in the sitar (complete with effects), a chorded bass line right out of funk rock with matching drums, and a piano comp that was part jazzy and part r&b; all combining to create its own musical whole. I could have done with a better mix at this point; in particular, the sitar needed to be turned up relative to the rest of the band. Still, it was loud enough to enjoy Kringle’s Eastern scales and technique being played with a rock sensibility. Kringle used an array of effects, ranging from delay to a number of different doubling tones (including some choral ones), to, well, good effect, driving the music to a peak, after which came an interlude of dreamy piano. The music began to build back up, and Kringle came in with a bluesy sitar lead; bluesy, but with an open sound, perhaps like an Indian scale, or maybe a Lydian mode.

The band segued right into its next piece, a tune in 9 with a driving rhythm section, ethereal piano, and a strong sitar lead. Again, Renegade Sufi was showing its ability to meld a variety of different sounds and feels into a coherent whole. By this time, the mix had been fixed, and Kringle’s sitar was at an appropriate volume level relative to the rest of the band. This particular song was also a demonstration of Renegade Sufi’s facility with rhythm; they made the 9 sound like a double meter with an extra beat slipped in, but they somehow made it groove, rather than stagger. Diz showed another side of his playing on this one, taking a solo that would have fit right in with the better fusion or prog rock from the early ’70s, and Kringle at points reminded me of the psychedelic player Sitar Joe from Arizona, another explorer of the possibilities of the sitar outside of its traditional musical idioms.

Kringle then introduced the band, and gave the name of the two pieces we had just heard: first was “Will to Power” (almost misread by Yours Truly in his notes as “Will to Piano”), and then, appropriately, “Nine Invisibles.” Up next was “Burn the Idols,” which sounded both South Asian and Modern Jazzy, and had an odd-meter rhythmic sound despite being in 4 (yes, I counted). The rhythm section showed a very deft, sensitive touch on this one, with Romano playing soft, gentle drums to go with a spare, Latin-inflected bass from Cordero. Kringle’s vox-effect-inflected lines in this one definitely sounded Indian, and he also tapped on his sitar, making it a percussion instrument.

For the last two pieces of the night, Kringle switched to the dilruba, an instrument which looks like a sitar, but is played with a bow, and thus sounds a bit like a sarangi. First up came “Failed Rose,” which Dawoud described as being about a woman who broke his heart. The song started with a slow gentle rhythm under a lead dilruba line, and had hints of Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here.” Kringle and Diz played very expressive solos on the dilruba and piano, respectively.

Last up was a variation on Jimi Hendrix’ “Voodoo Child,” which gave Kringle a chance to showcase his love of the late guitar wizard. Kringle sang blues on this one, and then played a dilruba solo over a driving, monochordal rhythm (not unlike a slow version of Mississippi drone blues). The solo got hotter and hotter, entering full-on pyrotechnic turf, while the rest of the band went outside, while somehow maintaining the underlying rhythm and pulse. Then the music flipped back to an ominous beat, and that was that.

This show was a great first experience for me of Renegade Sufi, a fine unit which, like a lot of the most creative musicians today, pulls disparate musical influences into a coherent whole. As befits a band whose leader lists Jimi as a big influence, they have a fiery and propulsive sound, with bandleader Dawoud Kringle, a member of that unusual species: the sitar shredder, a friendly, mystic figure on stage. Truculently Audacious was also quite enjoyable; both bands are definitely worth seeking out and enjoying for fans of creatively eclectic music.

Gerald Van Waes. Psychevanhetfolk Review

“Dawoud has succeeded in bringing a group together with a rather improvisational rhythmical fundament (bass, some programmed rhythms or percussion) with a very individual sound. The style is partly with an often rather loose chill-out groove, a partly jazzy improvisation. There are improvisations with sitar and flute combined, or sometimes sitar and acoustic guitar on one track. There are talks with a spiritual or philosophical fusion spoken word element, (on Freedom it is as a more frustrated expression –here like a kind of dub hiphop fusion). The electronic sequenced grooves are also very attractive in a different, also groovy way.

Gerald Van Waes. Psychevanhetfolk

“Off into the Mystic: Sitar Sounds on the East Side” by Jim Hoey

Coming into this show on the Lower East Side a song or two late, I felt a rush to finally be inside the dark interior of this theater, ready to hear sitar, sax, and drums played in a mystical way. It was a cool October evening, leaves outside in the wind somewhere, the stage where Dawoud the sitar mystic was playing designed for theatrical performances, with seats rising up, a dark, bare sliver of an amphitheater (hey, it is NYC after all). Once inside, the music of Dawoud on sitar, Ravish Momin on drums, and Sohrab Saadat Ladjevardi on sax rose up and hit me as I made my way around and down to a seat in the front, confronting my ears with an East-meets-West improvisational mix.

I’d seen this lineup before at the University of the Streets months ago, but tonight the vibe (and when discussing mystical-sufi-sitar music there must be no qualms about discussing the ineffable intangibility of “the vibe”, I believe) was more touch-and-go.

Dawoud on a traditional cushioned dais of sorts, supporting his electrified sitar, made the picture of the mystic, with Ravish Momin to the right behind the set with some electronics nearby, and Saadat in between, hair pulled up into a signature grey top-knot, an Iranian “Green Movement” shirt on.

First off, all three of these musicians are operating on an enlightened level, playing with years of experience and their own take on their respective instruments: Saadat (of The Tehran-Dakar Brothers) from Iran balancing on the edges of the modern avant-jazz idiom with drops into skronk and arabic/sephardic tones, Momin (leader of Trio Tarana) from India able to reproduce the classic tabla rhythmic accompaniments that traditionally back sitar and able to experiment with electronics and sampling, and Dawoud from the midwest, USA, yet a Muslim-Sufi somehow steeped in the mysticism of the Far East, carrying the Ravi Shankar/George Harrison banner into the next generation.

All this adds up on-stage to incredible moments at times, especially on the more traditional numbers. I found myself transported in the way anyone familiar with classic sitar would know: layers of knowing expressed through music pulsing out, a building tension moving in non-Western scales, with improvisational segments in the right places, and the musicians with the skill to smoothly transition from part to part.

(from “Off into the Mystic: Sitar Sounds on the East Side” by Jim Hoey)