Gang of Brothers

Gang OF Brothers, The New Funk Rock band that will conquer Australia
Anna Sagrista (SBS Radio)

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At a time in its history of funk when the originator, James Brown, has been dead for several years and one of it
pioneers, Sly Stone, has been reduced to living in a camper van, funk could use a shot in the arm. That it should
come from down under may be strange, but it's definitely true.
Get Up On Ya Feet 'n' Testify, as the title implies, has roots in gospel, but this is no head-in-the-clouds spiritual,
but a down 'n' dirty dance track that kicks arse from the first bar. If you like Lenny Kravitz, you'll relate, 'cause
Get Up comes on hot 'n' strong.
It's as hardcore as what might well be rated the number one funk track of all time, in JB's similarly-titled, Get
On Up, crackling to life ('mm; I can feel that!') before kicking off in earnest with an irresistible guitar riff and
flams slapped down on the snare.
Before you know it, kick-drum, brass (simulated so well it sounds completely lifelike), organs, clavinet, bass and
congas have entered the fray, in a wall-of-sound onslaught that screams 'turn me up!' It's a full-frontal assault
on the senses that feels so good, it's just got to be illegal, immoral or fattening.
Like Kravitz, or Sylvester Stewart Stone himself (as in Thank You), these groovemeisters are gonna seriously rock
your soul and your world. 'I get a feeling I can't take, when I listen to that bass', exclaims Buddha-like frontman,
Buddy Siolo. And you'll know what he's talking about.
Get Up is four-and-a-half heavily-sweated minutes of phat funk'n' fabulosity. Take two virtuosic guitarists, in
Andro and Banel Martinez, another brother (Dauno, on bass) to nail it to the floor, yet another (Fenix) to blow
your mind with a phantasm of keys, top it all off with a cacophony of 'congalese' (Sandro Bueno) and you've got
a recipe for rambunctiousness that knows no bounds or parallels.
Gang Of Brothers has reignited funk. Ladies and gentles, start your engines!
Lloyd Bradford SYke 8th august 2012 - Lloyd Bradford Syke

At a time in its history of funk when the originator, James Brown, has been dead for several years and one of it
pioneers, Sly Stone, has been reduced to living in a camper van, funk could use a shot in the arm. That it should
come from down under may be strange, but it's definitely true.
Get Up On Ya Feet 'n' Testify, as the title implies, has roots in gospel, but this is no head-in-the-clouds spiritual,
but a down 'n' dirty dance track that kicks arse from the first bar. If you like Lenny Kravitz, you'll relate, 'cause
Get Up comes on hot 'n' strong.
It's as hardcore as what might well be rated the number one funk track of all time, in JB's similarly-titled, Get
On Up, crackling to life ('mm; I can feel that!') before kicking off in earnest with an irresistible guitar riff and
flams slapped down on the snare.
Before you know it, kick-drum, brass (simulated so well it sounds completely lifelike), organs, clavinet, bass and
congas have entered the fray, in a wall-of-sound onslaught that screams 'turn me up!' It's a full-frontal assault
on the senses that feels so good, it's just got to be illegal, immoral or fattening.
Like Kravitz, or Sylvester Stewart Stone himself (as in Thank You), these groovemeisters are gonna seriously rock
your soul and your world. 'I get a feeling I can't take, when I listen to that bass', exclaims Buddha-like frontman,
Buddy Siolo. And you'll know what he's talking about.
Get Up is four-and-a-half heavily-sweated minutes of phat funk'n' fabulosity. Take two virtuosic guitarists, in
Andro and Banel Martinez, another brother (Dauno, on bass) to nail it to the floor, yet another (Fenix) to blow
your mind with a phantasm of keys, top it all off with a cacophony of 'congalese' (Sandro Bueno) and you've got
a recipe for rambunctiousness that knows no bounds or parallels.
Gang Of Brothers has reignited funk. Ladies and gentles, start your engines!
Lloyd Bradford SYke 8th august 2012 - Lloyd Bradford Syke

When I think of a gang, I tend to not feel positive ways about anything or anyone aligned with it. But that was before I came across Sydney, Australia-based funk band Gang of Brothers.
- The Kitten Jam

When I think of a gang, I tend to not feel positive ways about anything or anyone aligned with it. But that was before I came across Sydney, Australia-based funk band Gang of Brothers. Made up of the musically gifted Martinez brothers, whose roots go back to Chile, and one fierce vocalist by the name of Buddy Siolo who manages to channel vocalists like Stevie Wonder and James Brown with ease. This is one gang that rather than terrorizing is using their united front to spread fat, deep and raw funk to the masses. When I say that these fellas are spreading the funk, I'm talking about that heavy, pure funk that has been somewhat absent in recent years as the Motown-esque soul revival has been stealing all the light. On their first official track, "Get Up On Ya Feet n Testify," the brothers makes me think of what would happen if JB and Lenny Kravitz randomly met in a dirty, empty bar out on a deserted road and had an impromptu jam session. Cue a band appearing from nowhere, complete with backing vocalists and suddenly the bar is packed full of punters, who all know the words to the song and are getting their very best Soul Train moves on. I do have a vivid imagination, but this track is the kind of unapologetic upbeat funk with a driving beat that makes my imagination run wild and envision unrealistic scenes that in reality will never happen. Thankfully though, reality has given us Gang of Brothers. Have a listen to "Get Up On Ya Feet n Testify" below and have your own funk-filled hallucination. - SoulBounce by Kitten Jam

GOB is a full-scale assault on the senses and resistance to dancing is practically useless. And you don't have to be a funk afficionado to relate: their set comprises highly-recognisable tunes from the quality commercial end of the spectrum. In any case we're not talking puritanical funk, as the band crosses over comfortably into the realm of hard rock (witness Andro's blistering, Hendrix-like guitar solos), in the way of Kravitz, Prince, Living Colour; even the Isley or Neville Brothers. All-in-all, the parlance might be passé, but, as they themselves say, their music is seriously phat. - Australian Stage (Lloyd Bradford Syke)