Sometimes when you make your way to Mr Feenstra’s emporium of music you just know something very special is going to take place and tonight was certainly one of those nights. In recent weeks Pete has used a significant number of expressive adjectives to describe the talents of Dana and her band but on the evidence of tonight’s absolutely stunning performance he sold the lady and the guys well short.

Over the course of this review I will and must add a further stream of adjectives to try and describe the sheer power of the show and the incredible presence that Dana has. The lady is a complete show woman and a performer with a mesmeric stage presence and from the second she strutted on to the stage she had a packed house in the palm of her iron fist in velvet gloved hand and held us for the ensuing 90 minutes of an explosive set that ebb and flowed like a tidal wave of sounds and pure adrenaline fuelled emotion. The power, range and pitch of that vocal almost defies description, one moment wailing like a banshee the next slipping in to a hushed rich whisper. Watching Dana at very close quarters you could literally see the depths inside of her soul that she plunged to reach for the soaring notes and unadulterated passion. As wonderful as the lady is do not run away with the idea that this was a one woman show, yes the vocal was the fulcrum on which everything was balanced but the band played a huge part in the night’s entertainment.

The rhythm section of Pierre on drums and Walter on bass synched up and ground out propulsive rhythms creating a deep groove. Long- time partner in crime Jon Diamond was absolutely stunning with his Telecaster, economy of effort and economy of notes, playing in and around the melody and Dana’s voice; no overplaying here every note had a purpose. However, when he stepped forward to rip off a solo he demonstrated phenomenal fluidity and tone carving out a clean sharp sound. The set opener set the bar high as the band eased in to the hook laden groove of Almost Home and we caught the first of many glimpses of the flowing corkscrew main of Fuchs being thrown back and forth as she reached deep inside herself for the range of the vocal. Bliss Avenue flowed straight off the back and settled in to its riff heavy vibe accentuated by a razor edged Diamond solo that cut through the air and pushed Fuchs to hit the heights for the lyric.

First breath was drawn by all when the band brought things down for the personally emotive Hard to Move, here Dana bared her heart and soul describing the origins of the song, being with her brother as he drew his last breath. The lady bared her soul even more as she let the emotion out on a tearing but at the same time uplifting vocal. The mood matched by Diamond’s dextrous sustained solo. You really could not take your eyes of the sassy siren like Fuchs as she strutted across the whole stage literally stepping inside the rhythm. A real highlight that captured the vibe of the band was the rabid vicious narration of the perils of drug abuse on the aggressive tones of Rodents in the Attic, propulsive bass lines, booming drums, heavy licks and a howled vocal from Fuchs as she sank to her knees throwing her head back and forth. Such was the power of the show that it flew by and before long the band built towards a staggering climax. Keep on Walking strutted its stuff as the riffs pummelled over the backline grooves and Fuchs jumped all over it and then it morphed in to a gigantic bass solo that in turn bled in to Fleetwood Mac’s Albatross. And just when we thought we had its measure the quartet exploded in to a thundering high octane version of Helter Skelter with the quartet going toe to toe creating a wall of sound.     Review by Nigel Foster

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