Gam, Taung Child
B*L*T*S - Atlanta, GA
I can't comment on the opening band, because I play drums for it. I'll leave it up to other people to tell you how much we rule. But I will gladly tell you all about Gam
Gam hails from Savannah, GA, but they thankfully make the trip to Atlanta frequently in order to show us city slickers how the hell a rock and roll show should be done. This was my third or so Gam show. I've seen several since, but I chose this one because it stands out for many reasons. First of all, it was the smallest location I've seen Gam in and secondly, this show included more fire than any other.
Gam, for those who don't know, are an extraordinary live experience. The aim of the band seems to be to bend your mind or send you into an altered state. Consequently, audience behavior at a good Gam show can become just another part of the entertainment for the evening.. During this particular show, the singer danced in the audience, allowed many guest vocalists and even broke some furniture.
People ask me all the time what Gam sounds like, and all I can say is that they sound like Gam. The band can switch from country to Rush-like Precision Rock at the drop of a hat. Once the band starts playing, it doesn't stop until the end of the set and the musicianship is top-notch. Vocal workouts are the standard as are stage theatrics and props. The first time I ever saw Gam, Keith (vocals) emerged from a lighted pod with flailing, tube-like robot arms. This time, Keith actually lit his arms on fire, stood in his best Jesus Pose and screamed "Black Sabbath! Cigarettes! Black Sabbath! Cigarettes!" It was too cool.
I had a blast at this show and enjoyed meeting Gam. If you ever see them coming around your town, check them out. And if you're ever in Savannah, be sure and check to see if they are playing at the Velvet Elvis. In fact, just go to the Velvet Elvis and meet Mike, the bass player. He is part-owner of what turns out to be the best music venue in Savannah. After that, cruise around the corner to the Jim Collins.
review by scotty the body