The WHAT CHEER? BRIGADE is a rowdy misfit 19-piece roving brass band from Providence, RI. It’s a mobile party with a taste of Bollywood, the Balkans, New Orleans, Samba, and Hip Hop. With no singer and zero amplification, some call the band’s sound Luddite Hardcore—proof that loud music doesn’t need electricity.

The Brigade defies categorization, appealing equally to punks and farmers, old and young. The group is a raucous live experience, not easily captured on recording. Until you are face to face with a very excitable monkey-man on drums, with trumpets blasting just a few feet away, you have yet to experience the atrocity that is the What Cheer? Brigade.

SINCE 2005…..The band has played in bars, libraries, trees, cemeteries, weddings, bus stops, ferris wheels, farms, and elementary school playgrounds. From small community events to the large festivals (including the Sziget Festival in Budapest with 350,000 people in attendance,) WCB always leaves a trail of dropped jaws & smiles in its wake.

What Cheer? Brigade has played alongside all sorts of bands including Man Man, Dengue Fever, Okkervil River, Lightning Bolt, Bindlestiff Family Circus, Wolf Parade, DJ Scratch, and Slavic Soul Party, just to name a few.

In 1636, Roger Williams left Salem, Massachusetts to seek religious independence and landed at what’s now Providence. According to legend, members of the Narragansett Nation greeted him with “What Cheer, Netop?” (Netop was a Narragansett word for friend, and What Cheer was an English greeting brought to New England by English settlers.) It’s like saying “¿Que tal, man?”

The music owes its history to the spread of brass throughout the World through military conflict and colonialism. Brass sounds got mashed up with local rhythms and traditions and there was a world brass explosion; we’re part of the fallout.

“Best Genre-Defying Act” - Providence Phoenix 2007 Readers Poll

“Best of Rhode Island” - Rhode Island Monthly 2007 Award

Do you have an idea or event in mind that requires What Cheer? Contact us at WhatCheerBrigade@gmail.com.

Photograph by VRETTAKOS ALEXANDROS www.vrettakos.gr

THE BAND

Chop Chop the chimp, quad drummer

Filled with mucus, and generally grumpy, our beloved chimp will probably fall on you at a show. He is not the most coordinated primate, and his memory is god awful, but the ladies love a chimp in uniform. He can be seen swigging a coca cola, or picking lice from the heads of fans when he is feeling peckish.Generally speaking, chop chop smells bad. More specifically speaking, chop chop smells even worse. Yeah that’s right, he’s our chimp and we love him, sailor talk and all.

2ba-git 2 quit, Sousaphone

Dan, aka 2Ba-Git 2 Quit, once collapsed a lung due to his antics with this band. After a few months, he was back to risky, tuba-based behavior, all for you. Like the rest of the members of this band, he is a “calorie-to-note” engine, so be sure to feed him before shows for optimum performance.

Bigfoot Paul, Snare Drum

Have you ever seen the movie Drumline? Well, Bigfoot Paul’s life is nothing like that. At all. But maybe one day he will quit his rebellious ways, get good grades in school, AND get the girl. All while playing the snare drum really really well. And dancing. Watch out, Dr. Lee!

Andy “the jerk” Angels, Sackbut

Seriously, this dude might be the biggest jerk in town. We really want to kick him out of the band, but he drives Chris and Neal to rehearsal and gigs, so I guess we’re stuck with him for now.

Greg, Tuba

Born a small white child Greg grew to an even larger white child, a giant child who blows horns. Do it deep. Be it esoteric philosophy, scuba or noise making deep is the word. He does everything deep. Going low and deep to the throbbing pulse of the peaceful healing tuba. When you feel the tuba vibe think peaceful thoughts. Current work includes “Requiem for the Deaf” and “Tubas for a Bush Free Amerika.”

Maya the Destroyer, Bass Drum

When this band started, Maya played alto saxophone, but a fateful encounter with a bass drum in Philadelphia changed everything. The Destroyer was born. When you see her coming, drop any sharp objects and let go of any inhibitions. You are about to be pummeled into an irresistible dancing frenzy. Just give in; it’ll be easier for everyone.

George, Sirdu

George got something called jungle-rot real bad while living in Brazil. Don’t touch him at shows. Or, if you do, just wash your hands with cold soapy water before you go to sleep. Also, don’t take any kind of cortizone-type stuff for the itch because that’s steroids and jungle rot is a fungus and steroids will make a fungus grow really fast. But you probably won’t get it anyway, so whatever.

Neal “Gimmie Satisfaction” Jones, Trumpet, Velvet Jackets

Word about town is Neal is the only one in the band to get laid. Until then, he draws a great site map and plays a mean trumpet. Oh yeah, he has a great collection of scarves as well. Ladies?

PANDREW! Euphonium

One part Panda, one part Andrew, Pandrew is a superhero. A magical, mystical, steel welding man who makes the children smile and the developers shudder. When Chop Chop scares the kids, Pandrew comforts them. All while laying down a bass line that would hold the craziest melody steady.

Michael, baritone saxophone

While never a tall man, Michael started the band at 5’6’’ but years of hauling around a piece of brass as large as himself, Michael’s spine has compressed nearly 6 inches already. Come see him quick before he’s too short to safely enter large crowds.

Cordy, trumpet

Chops and sex appeal - all packaged in what can’t weigh any more than 90 lbs - Young Cordero will charm you like an old snakecharmer with that magic trumpet of his. Ladies beware, parents, give up.

Nick–Brasselope, horns

Sometimes at shows I try to go up to people and dance with them but my pointy bones frighten them. Curse this wretched carcass.

Chris, Trombone

Chris plays trombone, and hopes to someday play all the notes, ever. He is also working on filling the rest of this space with trombone rhymes. Yo, my bomb-tone, calm-blown trombone’ll make you go’on home & psalm-moan: you’re tromb-owned! Wide-eyed by my slide glides, mesmerized! I’ll play all the noteses like Hall & Oateses!

Susan, Trombone

The by-product of a crippling commute from an unmentionable city to the north, Sackbutt Susan stands a full foot shorter than the rest of the trombone section. Her size, however, does allow her to tuck nicely beneath Chris and Andy’s blaring bells (when she’s not busy matching the baritones move for move.) Susan also steals slide magic from the French.

Annelise, Euphonium

From the magic mountain of Petey comes the flower known as Annelise, rounding out our euphonium section.Together with the mighty Pandrew, they hit the mid-tones and put on a show like only the best of your neighborhood gardens can.You want to sit, you want to wacth. Who can blame ya?

Steve, Sousaphone

While it is true that most of the band loves me, that darned Chop Chop seems to have something against me and won’t go near me. It’s a shame…I love them early Primates! It has been rumored that my thunderous tuba playing is powered by the bear paw tattoo that was given to me by a mystic man.

Larry, Trumpet

He’s the king of rock. There is none higher. Sucker MCs should call him sire. To burn his kingdom, you must use fire. He won’t stop rockin’ ’til he retires. Larry likes to rhyme. He likes his beats funky. He’s spunky. He likes his oatmeal lumpy.

Marian the Cymbal Ninja

Conventional wisdom holds that ninjas are masters of stealth and shadow. Not so for the Cymbal Ninja, who comes at her victims with a gleaming flash of metal and a crash that makes their ears ring for weeks. Better back up when you see Marian coming, or you’ll be begging for quiet…just like her roommates.

Katie, alto saxophone

When donning her white wig she often thinks of herself as her Polish alter ego, Kasia, who rules the Eastern European music scene with her brassy and saxy ways. Katie started out playing the clarinet, but soon switched to the sax becuse the clarinet just wasn’t loud enough. This one puts the sa-sa in the muzika and the boom-ba in front of ya!

Freddy, band manager

Having been together for a few years now, and still not chosen a band leader, the mighty Clubfoot gimped up and took the role. We couldn’t really argue him becuase if we did, he would bite our ankles and hobble us (alot like chop chop that way). So when not at the Decatur, drinking his usual 10 - 15 Narragenssets, or striking fear in the hearts of postmen everywhere, he is shepherding us wayward fools into proper formation. By that I mean, we hump a lot of legs.