Galactic and Mike Dillon’s Go-Go Jungle wreak havoc on Granada, cause Dirty South dance party

by Sarah Crisman

DALLAS — I would like to personally thank The Granada for Saturday night. Mike Dillon's Go-Go Jungle and Galactic came straight in from New Orleans, straight to my Top Five Live Music Experience list. Fort Worth's Josh Weathers kicked off the night on an adequately bluesy note (I dig), but it was Mike Dillon that sent me right over the edge to that scary place where people generally reconsider going to concerts with me in the first place.

It only took Mike Dillon on vibraphone/auxiliary percussion, a bass player, and one other drummer to take the tone of the evening up a notch. His gravelly voice and intense rhtyhm kept all eyes on the stage while hips and shoulders swayed in subconscious obedience. This would have been enough to suffice a killer show, but then he had to go and bring Stanton Moore out on stage. Count it: three drummers plus one insanely ridiculous bass player. I was gone. Rushed the stage while bellowing grateful expletives in the general direction of Granada owner, Mike Schoder.

By the time Galactic took the stage, introducing guest trombonist, Corey Henry (Rebirth Brass Band), the theater was packed. I haven't seen such chaos outside the Frenchman, honestly. It was dirty and awesome. Several flat screens (and the usual two giant screens) flashed trippy images that made the curiously smoky room feel like a cross between The Matrix and The Wall. "Apesh*t" is really the best word I can think of to describe the energy. People kept yelling things like "I got the boogie-woogie all up in me". (And by "people" I mean "me.") It was relatively out of control.