Squeezed the Life Outta Me
by KevinNOLA on 2/19/25The Parish At House of Blues New Orleans - New OrleansRating: 5 out of 5I'm an old musician, like really old. So I don't make it to as many shows as I once did. This time my nephew roped me into seeing the Main Squeeze with, "it's my favorite band of all time."Our tastes in music differ greatly, so my expectations were low. He was late, so I sat by myself nursing a drink and talking to the band's manager/roadie at the merch table until he arrived. I wondered whether sitting alone in one of the smaller rooms at the House of Blues was a foreshadowing of a boring night ahead.
I was wrong, very wrong.
Some bands are musician's bands. Because they have a following, other musicians will frequently appear on stage for a song or two. That should have been my first sign that this would be different. Really, really talented local musicians sat in with the Main Squeeze.
I was thrilled, not just with the special guests, but with the Main Squeeze themselves. I listened trying to define where they fit in the pantheon of rock-n-roll and struggled. Were they a jam band? Sorta. Were they R&B? Lots of funk. Were they rockers? Certainly there were moments of hard-driving guitar and drum solos. By the end of the night I had concluded they were something new, and very different.
These guys are talented. Every one of them. They know when to play it simple and when to elaborate. And they are capable of amazing expression of musicianship. As a bass player, I appreciated the subtleness of Rob "Skywalker"Walker and his ability to hold the bottom together; but during his occasional solo moments, I recognized someone with a virtuoso talent that caught me off guard and left me breathless. Likewise, guitarist Maximillian Newman was able to draw upon a wide variety of influences to craft guitar riffs, interspersed with scorching solos, that left me wondering why I had never heard of him before.
Reuben Gingrich, on drums, proved more than capable of accompanying the others, not just with straightforward rhythms, but with a variety of sonic styles from jazz to funk, that held the band together well and, along with Rob Walker made for a solid platform from which to riff. On a variety of keyboards, and on keytar, Ben “Smiley” Silverstein added the flourishes which took the group to another level. Together, I could have listened to these four all night, even without a singer.
I was thoroughly impressed with singer Corey Frye, whose vocal range settled in a higher register. The uncommon lyrical structures, along with his laid back, yet highly engaged style, added yet another dimension to this complex band. While singers are often the main attraction of a band, Corey appeared to be part of a team, content to step back quite often and let his fellow players showcase their individual and collective talents. He's great certainly, but Corey did not appear to need the limelight as much as to weave his talent into the mixture of artisans that create the collective talent.
I have been to many shows over the years. I've played my share of gigs since the 1980's, alongside some pretty amazing talent. I would unabashedly place the talent of the Main Squeeze against any of them. I wondered frequently, as the night progressed, why these guys were playing such a small room, when they have arena-sized talent. If you're one of the organizers of the many festivals in New Orleans, you really need to consider the Main Squeeze; I can guarantee they will deliver.
Thanks, guys, for an amazing show. I promise to be there next time you're here! And for those of you reading, don't miss this band. You'll be glad you saw them.