Gutbucket, a jazz-punk fusion quartet (“avant-squonk”) played at Chum's Thursday night. Their songs– wordless save for the occasional wails of frontman-saxophonist Ken Thomson — sound like some sort of post-Miles Davis “Blue” angry head-banger jazz. Until you get into the music, it seems like an almost-choreographed train wreck… then you realize how together they are, how intense the sound really is… and the concert becomes an awesome aural experience… even if you're stupid enough to perch directly in front of the amps. The band isn't always loud– songs like Frogger, for example, are quietly jazzy, yet seamlessly flow into loud, angry punk ballads. The band is so tight, so together, it seems like their music is woven into some aural fabric;
the guitar and sax, the sax and bass, the bass and the percussion run into one another, pitch for pitch, beat for beat.