Satch is always an exhilarating pleasure to watch and listen to, and you can count on his performance to be the very best. He has unique ability of playing past monster classics in just a way that satisfies the ‘play it the way I know it’ in all his fans, yet instinctively needles a new twist to them each time. Hearing the new compositions inspire both young and old to keep on following one of the greatest virtuosos of our age. He is the model of his category, and a living time-capsule of genre-bending styles; be it shred, melodic, straight ahead rock & roll or classic anthemic compositions, Joe can play as fast as the speed of sound, yet understands the spaces between notes. Sometimes its what you don’t play that counts.
Joe Satriani is once again, the man who defines what ‘continual birthing’ means for guitar players. Each time he unleashes new material, he at once tops himself from what he’s done previous, while instantly hooking you onto whatever he’s got up his sleeve next. He’s continually establishing new exciting sounds and unheard cries from his signature Ibanez.
There’s a sort of Zen vs. Zorathustra quality about his approach to playing live. His movements and riffing are seemingly formal and calculating, except for what comes out of it is like an escalation to an exploding comet.
While he re-instates the utter importance of his catalogue, he is still forging the definition of what is to come for the future of his culture. We thirst for more.
After seeing him 5 times, this show was even more amazing than the last. He took us from clusters of new stuff, timeless classics, to little covered ‘b-sides’ and unreleased comps he wanted to throw out to us.
The crowd was mesmerized and gladly followed him into his foray of cosmic surf, along with the Alien, Flesh Giants and to greet the Wormhole Wizard himself.
© 2011 Buko Magazine