Labels: Big Papa Records
Review by: Captain Fidanza
This band is from Williamsburg so they’re cooler than you and everyone you know; in addition to this, everything they do will automatically be cooler than anything you ever do in your entire, worthless life.
Fortunately, unlike so many of the other cool things that come out of cool Williamsburg and the surrounding cool areas, this is not so infuriatingly arch it makes you want to commit murder on a mass scale (mass murder).
Describing themselves as “an eleven-piece psychedelic Afrobeat band” their music is so incredibly brilliant it makes you completely forget than instead of smiling and jumping around like a maniac when it’s playing, you’re supposed to be frowning and gently nodding your head to show everyone how cool you are.
The man who plays the trumpet on this is called Aaron Rockers, which is officially the single best name for a person in the entire history of humanity. This afternoon I’m going down to the Civic Centre in Wood Green and applying to change my name to Aaron Rockers and if they refuse because I haven’t got the right forms or something, I’m taking it all the way to Strasbourg.
I suppose if I was an arsehole, (which I like to think I’m not) I’d probably mention Fela Kuti here, not because I think this band has robbed from him, but because it’s the only thing I’ve ever heard which comes anywhere near close to this wondrous, rolling, jumping noise.
Fela Kuti had 27 wives so was presumably a great fan of Henny Youngman –
I just got back from a pleasure trip. I took my mother-in-law to the airport.
My wife was at the beauty shop for two hours. That was only for the estimate.
I’ve been in love with the same woman for 49 years. If my wife every finds out, she’ll kill me.
If you have a snare drum handy, for maximum effect, you might like to play a rim shot at the conclusion of each of those lines.
Anyone who doesn’t like this music is probably dead.