We’re here to celebrate the birth of a timeless truth: Doco rocks. The amount which Doco rocks is beyond argument, so instead of babble on about the obvious splendor of Doco’s rocks, I would rather speak merely on how miraculous is Doco’s persistence.
Doco came to this world, and rather than create something grey and shapely like everyone else, they chose to create something colorful and amorphous, to toil in the treacherous trenches of uncertain imagination, to hammer the anvil of rock, to hear the silent cries of the public unconscious screaming:
"Save us. Belay our perdition. Becalm the cries of our lost dreams and abandoned ambitions. Save us. Show us color again; return the blush to our cheeks. Save us, from our dues and our debts, from our greed and lust, from our immaterial pursuits. Save us, from the rotting hollow that aches in the pit our souls, that imbues our fates with the stale and endless appetite for emptiness and misery, that longs for us to feel and cry, ‘Save us. Save us from ourselves.’"
And for this, Doco, I thank you. Nay, I applaud you. Indeed, we all applaud you.
Doco (Dramatic Oil Company), a band from North Carolina, played a house party here in Kirksville last night as part of their Science of Funk 2009 tour and pretty much grooved the place into oblivion. (An attendee was grabbing onto the basement ceiling pipes and doing something he called the “horizontal stripper pole.” I’ll let your imagination take over.) I had gotten a tip from a friend that there was going to be a good show in town and that the band playing kind of sounded like Reel Big Fish. In all honesty, I was expecting a decent college jam band that sounded exactly like Reel Big Fish. Not so, happily.
There are some bands you see play and you know that they just get it: they get what a show is supposed to be, they get what music is supposed to sound like, how all the different elements that make a song work together within the span of a few minutes; they just get music. Doco’s in that camp. They’ve got a stage presenence that could teach a great number of bands out there a thing or two (makes me think of the The Black Keys) and a delivery M.O. that makes it easy–irresistible, even–to like them. My impression of their style was that it didn’t particularly fall into any genre; it was a blend of bluesy-reggae-rock, though I also picked up on some psychedelic and Mexi-border influences. I walked in just as bassist Josh Booth began laying down a heavy hand on “Dirty South,” a Hendrix-tinged bluesy groove that might have been my favorite of the night. His brother, guitarist and vocalist Trevor Booth, clearly has his wits about him when it comes to playing and singing; there was a lot of love coming from that guitar last night. Doco’s vocals are an asset, too: a lot of times the vocal stylings of the lead singer don’t match the attitude or sound of a band’s music, but Trevor’s works quite well. Their drummer, Dave Burkart, successfully works the drums into becoming more than a mere background or stabilizing element; it should be noted that he had a fantastic solo last night during one of their songs.
Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera with me, so I didn’t get any good pictures of them playing. You can check out their MySpace Their album, The Potato Gun Massacre, is available for free download here, and you can purchase their latest album, The Fossil Record, and listen to some of their new stuff by visitng their MySpace page (I say make it on your list of websites to surf while avoiding homework today).
Funksters Doco share their music and the stage
By Ryan Snyder
The family tree of Josh and Trevor Booth is filled with artists of all breeds. Most recently, their father was a member of Backyard Tea, which found some regional success in the’60s and’70s. The lineage, however, began with a great, great, great uncle by the name of John Wilkes Booth who was an acclaimed actor in his time. Oh, and he also killed Abraham Lincoln. His rsum, however, also boasted oil exploration alongside stage performance and political assassination, which brings us back to present day and its influence on his descendents. Dramatic Oil Company, or DO Co., was an ill-fated prospecting venture that the elder Booth dabbled in and the name lives on with the brothers’ Raleigh-via-Winston-Salem’s Doco (www. myspace.com/doco).
Similar attitudes have led to the proliferation of online music communities where artists like Doco encourage fans to share their music with one another. It’s often the best marketing tool at the disposal of many unsigned acts and it’s helped fuel a raging civil war within the music industry. Bands like Doco are on the front lines while on the other side lies the gigantic music conglomerates and their attorneys doing their best to protect their own interests. Though they invariably get mixed up in the tornado of data swirling through every corner of the file-sharing universe, little seems to have been done to sway the downloading habits of millions. It should go without saying that this knowledge gives the three members of Doco a little peace of mind that one of the best promotional tools for independent bands is and will remain intact.
Dramatic Oil Company focuses on originality
© 2008 NCSU Student Media
Many bands these days have a niche that they seek to fill or be placed into. They modify their music, looks and lives to portray a certain image that their target audience is looking for. While the music they play may be catchy or relatively "original," the tragedy here is the death of originality. There's something to be said for standing on the shoulders of giants to be sure. However, simply putting a fresh coat of paint on "Guernica" by Picasso wouldn't be considered art, so why does it fly in the music industry?