Saturday, August 18, 2012

projecthybrid a.k.a PROJECT HYBRID







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PROJECTHYBRIDis a live band.. they are musicians coming together for a common goal in sound Oryn The Rebel Dani Dragon nate taylor and josh oliver on base

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THIS IS A ARTICLE WRITTEN IN THE BOSTON NOISE ABOUT THE RETURN OF O-RY-N THE REBEL AND HIS LIVE HIP HOP MUSIC CREW PROJECT HYBRID NOW CALL PH RETURN OF THE CIRCLE UPON THERE RETURN FROM O-RY-N THE REBELS SECOND NATIONWIDE DRUNKEN MONKEY TOUR
I pull up to the curb on my bike just as a punk rock matinee is filing out of All Asia. Have to love a venue like this that manages to play host to such an eclectic barrage of talent over the course of an entire day… just wish the Guinness cost the same as it did in Dublin.
The crowd seems to momentarily melt into the stage and there emerges Badd. The beats are eery and very lo-fi, but the production seems more like a bad day for Bobby Digital than a menacing RZA. Still early, the Irish black stallion is dissolving my focus on the pool table, and for some reason, I am sucking an incredibly amount of ass today, my balls refuse to go into the leather padded pockets. Whoop, here is Slicko and EFC. Their big line of the night, “Do the Jackass,” has never seemed so relevant. It pounds my perspective as yet another take on the three ball careens off an invisible barrier and nonchalantly pushes the eight ball into the side. It would behoove EFC and Slicko to down a few eight balls before their next performance, so that the intensity of their manic white boy hip hop can be backed and illuminated by the wiry deranged energy that is required of the art form.
Ah, here is Project Hybrid. The stripped down drum and bass section is particularly tight, and well-seasoned from the last month and half of constant touring around the country. ORYN has a loud percussive voice that is nicely complimented by the twangy gospel of Dani Dragon, vocalist and fellow founding member of Project Hybrid. Even without the rest of the band that includes assorted horns, keys and guitars, the songs are tight and well executed. They easily elicit a great response from the crowd, and have little difficulty producing an encore for a crowd steeped in beats broadcasted from iPods, ready for a new live sound brimming with intensity. Their standout line, gloriously shared by an audience thankful for intelligible lyrics ring: “I WIN, I WIN, I WIN, I WIN” thus cementing the United Front Company’s status as the new standard bearers for optimism and progressive involvement in the local music community. Check them out online for all upcoming events and details on the future of music.
I lose yet another game of pool. It’s okay: I only really like playing people who are worse than I am anyway. There is a really hot girl in blue jeans and blue hoodie hiding behind the taps, aimlessly waiting for service or something to happen. Some oafish wastrel is clearly her would-be coterie. (Call me… you have really big beautiful eyes.) Not wanting to seem like a total creep, I mosey on over and meet the staff of IMP Nation—cool people, they are an internet radio station specializing in pre-recorded shows, and booking events such as the one in which I am wallowing right now. They are going live next week—watch out! Steve Blake, DJ and commentator, summed up the IPM vibe with this neologism: “Synergize.”
I decide to leave on a good note and round up a few quick interviews. Immediately grabbing my attention is the artist and producer, Magnetic, a raffish chap that looks a lot younger than his grizzled twenty-eight years would suggest. He seems ready and eager to perform, and he takes special delight in introducing me to his crew. Thanks for the hospitality! It is difficult to meet these people casually and with candidness; the frat boy collaboration extravaganza known as Rumors/Price/Graphite is honking and hooting away on stage with the firebrand intensity of Bud Light and spent blunts whisked together in an old blender. Zeroing in, I find out I am talking to the very lovely Klassik V’rse—watch out, her new album, Married, plans to drop soon, and if this plucky soon-to-be-graduating English major (swoon) can make her publicity pop as funkily as her eye makeup, we just might be relieved from the never ending stream of J-Lo impersonators. It is time to go. Enough beers have been poured down my throat by people itching for attention that a brisk ride home will clear my head of the chunky head space of live hip hop. Carrying my bike off stage, the steel dragon is clearly admired more than some of the artists, maybe my bike and I should think about cutting some wax: My new MC name “Pothole: 12 Speeds & the Truth.” (Trevor Doherty)

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