Sound of cool melting glass…echoes of radiating light…plush corridors of elastically protean Jazz-Funk Afro-Beat mutations…Sketches of Colorado by The Motet…
The Motet wants nothing more than to make your body gyrate uncontrollably. This is apparent from the opening percussion melee that starts their third album, Live. This is not just a bunch of guys pounding on drums though. The band has actually traveled far and wide to study percussion.
After several listens, I had not put my finger on what it was about Laugh that made it so appealing. I concluded that there are no cosmic, thesaurus-supported rants residing in my noggin that can explain it. Keller Williams is just too real.