Celebrating its 20th anniversary as modern day rulers of old school funk, the seven-piece Brooklyn-based juggernaut Lettuce drops its third studio album Fly—a decidedly raging slab of relentless groove, hyper-charged syncopation, and psychedelicized soul anthems. Having blown up stages from coast to coast last year, ranging from the Fillmore in San Francisco to Terminal 5 in New York, Bear Creek Music Festival to Camp Bisco and all points in between, Lettuce entered the Brooklyn recording studio the Bunker this winter with a fresh batch of road-tested material and a revitalized sound honed razor sharp by a year spent on the road.
"We're more together and set to crush than ever before," says drummer and chief songwriter Adam Deitch of the all-star group that he and his accomplished band-mates cut their teeth with back in their Berklee College of Music days. That much history, along with the A-list crop of projects that each member has taken on away from Lettuce, gives the group a bottomless well of musical ideas and unrivaled chemistry—in fact, the refer to themselves as a band of brothers. "I was in a practice room at 16 with Kraz, Zoidis, Shmeeans, and Deitch and it all clicked," says Coomes. "We all felt rhythms in similar ways. We were all about the pocket from day one."
Having evolved and refocused since 2008's Rage! without ever dropping the beat, Lettuce is getting ready to take audiences to the cosmos with Fly in the trunk and a high-octane tour on the horizon. "Lettuce is like a Learjet that wasn't getting clearance from the tower," says Coomes. "But we're done just rolling around on the runway." They're not asking for permission, so put your tray tables in their full, upright and locked position. This plane's itching for lift off.
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