This is intensely physical music, inelegant and powerful, coming off like soundtracks to mixed martial arts bouts and military invasions. Most of the contemplation on this album, though, takes place in the body.
Halford veers from the pneumatic script: On “Wrong Side of Heaven,” he talks about God as a woman, and on “Diary of a Deadman,” he speaks about abandonment by someone he expected better of. He sings huskily and with clear aggression - though he’s no match for the guest Rob Halford (of Judas Priest) on “Lift Me Up” - and sometimes dips into soft singing that occasionally serves as ecstatic release but is mostly just a breather. Here, mostly, the singer Ivan Moody sticks with hostility as a mode. Bass lines lope and skulk, the drums sputter with offbeats, and rhythm guitar and keyboards share a flippant, cackling cross talk, like wiseguys in the back of a high school classroom. In Neville grooves, Dumpstaphunk operates less like a funk machine locking into a pattern, more like a finely coordinated organism in motion. Dumpstaphunk is steeped in the mad science of New Orleans syncopation as defined by the Neville Brothers and, before them, Art Neville’s band the Meters. “Dirty Word” is its second full-length album.ĭumpstaphunk is led by the keyboardist and singer Ivan Neville, the son of Aaron Neville and a former member of the Neville Brothers band founded by his father and uncles Art, Charles and Cyril. And while many New Orleans funk bands rely on the city’s trove of oldies, some are generating new material - including Dumpstaphunk, the band that plays the city’s hardest-hitting funk. Funk, soul and old-fashioned R&B are still live dance music in the city’s clubs.
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