The flailing arms, jumping torsos and bobbing heads made it difficult to count how many men were on stage. With so many instruments -- from saxophone and bass guitars, to hand drums, keys and cymbals -- it was nearly impossible to nail down. The final count was 12 -- yes, 12 men crowded the stage to make these bombastic rhythms: one keyboardist, one percussionist, one shekere player, one kit player, two guitarists, a bassist, two on trumpet, two on saxophone, and one bass player. Crap, there was someone else -- another saxophonist! (I think.) Like I said, it was kind of wild in a major way.
Every player contributed, but there were definite standouts -- not to mention that some individuals were lost to the dark corners of the stage. Leader Amayo (percussionist and vocalist) performed in a trance, his face painted and pants shimmering. Saxophonist Stuart Bogie was also noteworthy, calling the shots from his side of the stage with wild fists and shouts of exultation.
By creating an environment wherein music moves the body and touches that nerve of joy, Anitbalas indeed proves bulletproof to anything but peace and harmony.
