Alan Evans recently released his debut solo album, Nothing To Say, on the Vintage League Music label.
Nothing To Say, recorded over a span of four years, amalgamates elements of psychedelic rock, soul, and funk into a tasty, infectious songs featuring Evans (vocals, drums, guitar, bass), as well as a who’s who of guest musicians including Neal Evans, Danny Mayer, Kris Yunker, Darby Wolf, Beau Sasser, and Ryan Hommel.
Well-known as the drummer of funk/jazz trio Soulive, during the ’90s, Evans played in a jam band called Moon Boot Lover, followed by a momentary tumble into The Elements, a rap group. In 1999, Evans and his brother, Neal Evans, asked Eric Krasno (guitar) to their house in Woodstock, NY, to jam together. The music generated during the trio’s playing turned into an album, called Get Down, followed by Soulive setting off on tour, followed by recording another album, Turn It Out, for Velour Records. Turn It Out not only sold well, but garnered vast attention for Soulive.
Since forming, Soulive has released more than a dozen albums. Nothing To Say takes Evans out of the pocket, and puts him in the spotlight.
Encompassing a dozen tracks, the album begins with “Buffalo,” riding a funky psychedelic rock melody reminiscent of Vanilla Fudge, potent and full of vibrant colors. Evans’ vocals infuse the tune with galvanizing flavors, and reveal a luscious ability to deliver searing screams.
Entry points on the album include the title track, featuring dark energizing guitars on top of a super-funkified rhythm. Cool vocal harmonies back up Evans’ tasty urgent tones. A blistering guitar solo kicks the harmonics into overdrive.
“Too Much For Me” travels on bluesy funk flavors, featuring a splendidly braying organ and a rolling creamy energy. Another favorite track is “The Ending Is The Beginning, Pt. 3,” a velvety jazz-infused psychedelic number on which Evans demonstrates the sweet sonority of his voice. The flow of this track undulates on cashmere textures, while the mood is mellow and captivating.
My favorite track on the album is the last track, “Life After Life,” which is vaguely reminiscent of Pink Floyd, only dreamier and creamier. I love the bass line juxtaposed against the keyboards, as shimmering streaming colors glide overhead.
Nothing To Say has a lot to say, communicating delicious surface colors atop contagious rhythms, along with the deluxe tones of Alan Evans. This is an excellent album.