|Valley's own Kats roar at Whisky |
By Laurie Bereskin.
Three years ago New York's local
rock scene was an electric center of new wave/punk talent. A
magical aura surrounded clubs like CBGB's and Max's Kansas
City where such Manhattan bands as Blondie, Talking Heads,
Television, the Ramones and Patti Smith held court each night
to adoring fans.
Executive record officials eventually
followed their talent scouts down to the clubs, bringing along
pens and contracts. The cream of New York's local talent was
quickly snapped up in a flurry of signings.
Today, this is the exact type of
tingling atmosphere pervading L.A. The city's rock scene has
finally entered a true state of renaissance. Local talent is
not only flourishing but flowering in Hollywood.
in the San Fernando Valley.
In what the band's manager Dafna Edwards calls an "eight-year overnight
success story," the Kats
have just bagged a deal with Unicorn Records, a subsidiary of
||Currently, one of L.A.'s most talked about acts is the Kats, a group of five
crazy fellows currently residing|
The self-proclaimed "graduates" of the Rock Corporation in
Van Nuys, the Kats have been playing the Southern California unsigned
circuit for some time, and Tuesday they finally made it to
at the Whisky. And they wailed.
Song titles like "I Was A Teenage Shoplifter," "King
Of The Wild Frontier," "Lost My TV Guide" and "What's
So Good About Good Girls" are prime indications that the Kats
combine a witty lyrical sense of wacky fun with cleverly
crafted tunes and punchy arrangements. The musical accent is
on a fusion of '50's-cum-'60's rock 'n' roll, but a slick coat
of '70's pop polish brings each song freshly up to date.
Bobbyzio Moore on tenor sax and guitar and brother Freddy
on lead vocals and rhythm guitar, are the most colorful cats
onstage. Once he sheds his guitar, frontman Freddy
slinks about the stage and into the audience radiating the
sort of cool assurance one associates with an aggressive
Although Freddy Moore is slenderly built along the lines of a Mick Jagger,
he quickly demonstrates that housed in his slight body are a
pair of superman lungs. He's a first-rate singer who
punctuates his solid gutsy vocal delivery with earthy growls.
Peters on bass and vocals, Al
Galles on drums and
McRae on lead guitar
constitute a flashy group of instrumentalists, laying down
tightly structured backing patterns complete with jazzy
The Kats know they're hot but the band's stage stance is one
of "don't take us too seriously because we're here to have fun."
Each set ends with the groups theme song, appropriately titled, "The
Kats." Every time Moore yowls out the punch line, "Alley
cats may act like thugs, but I stay home and spray my rugs," the fans
whoop delightedly. No doubt about it -- 1979 is the year for the Kats.