Zircus Smashes! is getting great reviews:
Chico News & Review: "You say you want something fun and inspiring? My friends, try Zircus!"
There is no simple way to say what, exactly, Zircus is. It sounds, at any one time, like a circus orchestra, a soul collective, a funky avant-garde jug band, and an off-kilter zoot-suit combo. If we're to take "My Astoria" as standard-bearer for the aggregate, it is Public Enemy backed by a ska band helmed by Brian Wilson. The group was even once described as "a cross between a high school marching band and the junkyard ensemble from the Fat Albert Show," which is as close to accurate as anyone is likely to come.Tom Waits fronting the Mothers of Invention? The Bandplaying cop show themes? Penn and Teller with instruments and musical skills? The Stax house band on speed? Yes to them all. And it's not really any of those things, either. Only one thing is for certain: Besides being unclassifiable, Smashes is an explosive, exciting record. At more than an hour's length, it still manages to seem too short. There is so much to discover in the music that it literally takes dozens of listens before the record starts to grow remotely familiar. Funk riffs and Tower of Power horns run headlong into Beach Boy harmonies, film noir intrigue, ragtime, exotic gypsy-ish textures, and swing. After a hot electric blues riff opens the song, "Crown of Spoons" looks back to trad jazz, Dixieland, old-timey, and Tin Pan Alley traditions for its musical inspirations, and to Looney Toons cartoons for its lyrical ones. At other times, the band can turn beautifully eerie (their wiggy acoustic cover of "I Just Wasn't Made for These Times"), sound like Bo Diddley playing free jazz with Fats Waller ("The Devil's Busboy"), or like the Muppetsall liquored up and dueting with Al Jolson ("Shine on Harvest Moon"). It is a surreal, improvisatory, haphazard melange that could have turned disorienting -- if it wasn't, instead, so fertile and inventive. Recorded between late 1990 and early 1994 but not released until 1999 -- by which time the band was already kaput -- the posthumous recording unfortunately marked the first and probably only time the band would make it onto CD. It's hard to imagine a better tribute. There has never been another record remotely like Smashes, which is reason enough to search it out.
Say you've had it with straightjacketed mainstream that clichés itself every three minutes? Say you want something different, something new, something fun? Well, brothers and sisters, step right up! What you need is Zircus! Bay Area-based Zircus combines styles as diverse as experimental jazz and traditional Irish music, shows influences as inspired as Gershwin and Zappa, and births a child that is delightfully eclectic, slyly referential and chaotically entertaining. This set leaps into orbit with the mutated, James Brown-funk of "Come To Me." The horns and violin throttle the piece into a head-on collision with a scorching, Zappaesque solo. However, this is mere bait; from here on, we are lured into Zircus' true terrain, a place both strange and compelling. "Harm's Way" sounds like the impossible offspring of Gil Evans and Montevani, with some of The Band's DNA thrown in. "My Astoria" vibrates nigh Primuslike; "This lap of luxury is like a bed of nails" we are told, then the composition transmogrifies into odd, Beach Boy harmonies. "Crowns of Spoons" opens with a mock blues riff, metamorphosing into disoriented Dixieland framing barbershop rap. You say you want something both fun and inspring? My friends, try Zircus!
John W. Young
Chico News & Review, April 29, 1999