To understand Bellas Bartok, imagine what you would get if Salvador Dali and Toulouse Lautrec were fronting the Moulin Rouge’s house band, and you have the exuberant spectacle that is Bella’s Bartok. Described as “about as much fun as you can have with your pants on” (Dan Wolovick, Two Way Monologues), this 6-piece powerhouse melds Bohemian Klezmer Punk with pop sensibilities into an eminently danceable party. The diversity of musicians that make up Bella’s Bartok, combined with their boundless energy on stage, has been known to break a dancefloor, or two (or three, but who’s counting?). Their sound moves way beyond labels, pushing the envelope towards the darker side of Eastern European music, referencing vaudeville and 20th century eclecticism.
The Bella’s Bartok line-up includes: Asher Putnam (Vocals and all-around entertainer), Chris “Fancy” Kerrigan (Guitar, Clarinet, Vocals and physicist!?!), Dan Niederhauser (Bass and Vocals), Saera Kochanski (accordion and mandolin) Amory Drennan (Trombone/Banjo and Vocals), Crisco (Drums/Percussion and Trumpet) and Gershon Rosen (trumpet). The band has shared the stage with musicians and acts such as Rubblebucket, Red Baraat, The Indigo Girls, Larry & His Flask, The Suitcase Junket, Parsonsfield, And the Kids, Kanye, Rough Francis, Beau Sassers Escape Plan, West End Blend, Adam Ezra Group, Meat Puppets, World Inferno/Friendship Society, Rupa & the April Fishes, Arc Iris, and many more.
“When you hear Amherst, MA, band Bella’s Bartok play their unique blend of folk, punk, and klezmer, its easy to get lost in the atmosphere. The ensemble group draws the audience in with its visual theatricality and keeps their riveted attention with its sonic groove.”
– Eoin Higgins, Huffington Post
“A carnival of sound and sweat and something intangible… Bella’s Bartok aren’t just a band, they’re an enchantment.”
-Julia Tolstrup, Black on the Canvas
A folk collective with perfect pop sensibilities combined with a Klezmer influence, this is basically about as much fun as you can have with your pants on.
– Dan Wolovick, Two Way Monologues