Mean Poppa Lean – Live on 12 legs
Stream – ‘9-0-2-1-Ho!’
The year is 1971. The narrator is a young man, let’s call him Anthony Curtis, and he’s back from the horrors of Vietnam, longing for his life in the land of the free, home of the brave. The soul food, his old pals, the streets he grew up on and honestly feared he wouldn’t see again during each mortar attack from the VC.
Review: Bonobo – Black Sands
Over a pint of winter-themed cider, I was sat in the pub with some folks from the Sloucher head office and we were heatedly discussing the ‘End of Year Lists’ for the site.
You see, although Sloucher could probably profess to being ‘quirky’ in almost every respect, when it comes to the hot topic of making lists we’re out there with the best (worst?) of ‘em. Our motto: Occasionally give into peer pressure.
Anyway, without giving too much away (well, ok, giving a little bit away) the subject of Bonobo came up. Now, I for one immediately thought, “Yup yup, Zero-7-ish chill out Ibiza not interested” but my co-worker kept insisting that this was something I was blatantly ignorant to and missing out on. So in the end I gave into peer pressure and have since been eating my thoughts.
It was late March when I first saw the beast called Left Ajar live. It was one night at The Plug and I remember clearly as one band left and they entered. I turned around while snapping some shots and noticed that three quarters of the audience were all wearing a t-shirt with their logo.
I thanked heavens there was no Kool-aid on sight.