At the time they had two albums, Three girls, and a foreshadowning of a great band down the line. Fresno California singer-songwriter Jessica Taylor began her organic career, chaneneling a smoky Joan Baez by way of a post “Horses” Patty Smith. While alternately pounding her piano and plucking her guitar, Taylor hit the clubs in 2001. Interspersing her compositions with Deanna Pierro’s smoky Neneh Cherry-esque mini-slam verse. Pierro, though co-conspirator on several songs, soon went on to other projects. The brooding trip-hop-spoken-word dalliances were lifted out of the bands’ master plan and traded in for the beefed up sound of Janell Brown’s bass. Audrey Johnson was soon added on drums eventually being known for banging out organic, thick and desperate beats. The Nymphs have an organic sound from the past and represent like a pure and simple powerhouse. Think Femme Black Keys with an Ani Difranco square of carpet on the linoleum floor. Okay maybe they would argue that. But you get the idea. Hey! you can’t pigeon-hole The Nymphs, but I’m sure I’m not the first to try. In order to put a “sound” in someone’s mind, (in order to get them to decide whether to go see the band – based on words), you’ve gotta do it. In reality, there just isn’t any place to corral them! Built Tough and real, no lip-schtick needed here. The Nymphs are pure poetic angst without a bone of pretension to be found. Real music, Yep. Fresno? No. Wait. Really? yep!….Central California? Like the place that started out as a sandy / loamy desert? Yup. Congregations from Fresno Churches at the turn of the century dug the first canals to bring water to the fields. An African American man and his wife planted the first grapes, giving rise to the areas precious Thompson Seedless variety. Plenty of people know what it’s like to back down, but the town of Fresno just doesn’t do it. How do you turn a desert into the fertile crescent of California? With hard work. These folks are California’s keepers of all the feeding flora. Inflight Nymphs, are becoming the “raconteurs du jour” of the “fresno sound” Now there’s a real reason to be excited about Northern / Central California’s music scene: Fres-NO, is slowly becoming, “Fres-YES. Okay, it’s true that Fresno’s the only town in Cali with air that you can ACTUALLY SMELL! and whose city government is so brutally out of touch that that when deciding what acts should be put on the coveted G/L for “special events,” they actually chose Andre Bocelli to ring in the arrival of the new “Save-Mart”!!!) At any given moment, The Inflight Nymphs are somewhere between Fresno and San Francisco and occasionally tripping on over to La La Land. Right now they are probably sitting at one of their favorite “Fres-no-torious” dives comfy in low rise jeans, stringy hair, and Sticky Fingers T-shirt, hashing out another song list for a show. Gotta plan it, make it right, make it rock. These things matter, Cuz hips may lie, but chords don’t.
P.S. if you didn’t get to Fresno to Andie’s you probably missed The Nymphs again. Go to “www.inflightnymphs.com for future dates.
As soon as I get MP3 links, I’ll load as many songs as I can. Until then…