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1980
Reviews
Alas, it's not Reesa of old
One
wonders just what might have happened to Reesa during the past year or two to
make her join the Neanderthal wing of contemporary music, a branch in which
songs sound like speeded-up 45 r.p.m. records from the '50s played on a '50s
record player.
Reesa and the Rooters performed Wednesday at the Main Point, and any
similarity between. the Reesa that has appeared at local clubs during the past
five years and the present one is coincidental.
The Reesa of old was an earthy, blues-oriented singer who also played guitar
and keyboard. She performed in Philadelphia and New Jersey nightspots, most
often as a solo act but occasionally with accompanists. Now, along with bassist
Cherie Rumbol, a drummer named Bob Z. and her brother, Larry Laskey, on guitar,
she is at the head of such an energetic foursome that her own vocal and
instrumental work is difficult to discern through the din.
However, on those too rare occasions when just Reesa and Rumbol team up on a
song, the vocals are true of pitch and well-blended. In fact, the abilities of
all the Rooters seem considerably above the material they are playing. It is the
material — vacuous ditties like "Ultraman," "Ice," "My Grip" and "T.M.I." — that
send no one home whistling.
— Edgar Koshatka
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