Little Kiss is/was—it’s complicated—a loose conglomeration of other little-known local artists, all of, shall we say, a distinctive nature. The Little Kiss roster may not have ready commercial potential but all possess singular talent and outlook. There’s the smoldering-
Freddy Raygun's instrumental choice of the piano is somewhat limiting, because most clubs can’t risk keeping a tuned upright or baby grand within reach of butter-fingered, drunken patrons. In the honky-tonks of yore—when cowboys and good ol' boys respected the instruments (which were much harder to replace than people)—they might beat the band up as an instant review. Raygun wouldn't have to worry, as a master of his venerable Roland keyboard. On the rare occasions I’ve heard him on a baby grand, I was in heaven. Nothing electronic can replicate the tone, pitch and sustain of an acoustic piano. He's in love with his keyboard and still marvels at “a piece of furniture that makes music in the middle of your living room.” Early on, he decided that—since the piano's not the kind of instrument you can carry on your back—the electric version was the way to go.
He adores Ray Charles but chose not to get lost in the crowd by being another figuratively “blind blues guy” or falling prey to Billy Joel's anemic tendencies. Raygun found his own voice and style. The latter is a cross between classic rock session player Nicky Hopkins, Leon Russell at his finest and Bobby Whitlock of Derek and the Dominoes, all rolled into one Dexatrim/
Raygun will also teach you a thing or two about covers. You won’t find any hipster name-checking of the usual suspects like The Ramones or—god help us—Sublime. He unearths the unrecognized beauty of dissed melodies of Journey, Gerry Rafferty, The Scorpions and, yes, Fleetwood Mac; the latter was his bag before they were deemed retro-cool. Sorry, folks, Mac was never cool.
At his release party, Raygun is joined by long-time musical partner and gifted Little Kiss alum Heath Dauberman of Sin Serenade. Dauberman's also known as Testy Kool, and calling him versatile is an understatement. He can and has effortlessly drummed with every style of band. Dauberman never grandstands but always plays in service of the song. That's a rare treat in the look-at-me world of rock and roll. Alicia Ultan's fine viola work makes it a trio. Ultan's pulling double duty, performing with opener Bébé La La. Dead On Dom, the solo project of Dead on Point Five's Dominic Cagliostro and magician Tony Comito also perform. I have a feeling all of these acts will be pulling unexpected tricks out of their collective hat.