Things ain’t simple anymore. All-night parties turned into hangovers, Lovin’ turned cheatin’, but the wheels keep rollin’. Conversation got convoluted. Analog has gone digital and work got automated. Forty hours is now 24/7 and money isn’t real. Grass is candy and candy is tasteless. Reporting is gossip and truth is fictional. Route 66 has become desolation road. But these guys keep playing what they like and they like what they play...good ol’ fashioned rock’n’roll. Just what the world needs in these complicated times.
Photo by Anna Aguirre
Healing Gems are a psychedelic band, but not in the yoga posing, incense burning, sanctimonious kind of way. They’re a drink of LSD-tainted punch at a small town dance. A pot brownie picnic at a community park. Scratchy bargain basement records that still surge fire. The type of band one might listen to while traversing a hot desert landscape with rainbow showers.No drugs required.
While influenced by sounds of the past, the Gems aren’t just a nostalgia act pining for days of yore. Female backups coo over baritone male leads. Kaleidoscope keyboards harmonize with fuzzy melodic guitar. It’s an eclectic symphony that results in a unique original sound, an approach that utilizes the best parts of the past but leaves the really dumb shit out, replacing it with unique original concepts instead.
“Cat Scan. Wow, what can we say. Just about the best band we’ve ever heard. Can’t believe you haven’t seen Cat Scan. Wow. The perfect band. Also, they are our favorite band. Cat Scan.”
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