Music programme. Saturday Fat White Family A spitting, frothing mess of a band, this London six-piece are the natural heirs to the likes of the Sex Pistols. As confrontational as you’d imagine a group with songs called ‘Bomb Disneyland’ on an album titled Champagne Holocaust to be, their madcap live show is as infamous as it is thrilling. Nudity and violence are just part of the package.
styles’n’sounds à la 2ManyDJ’s and throwing down track after track of dancefloor goodness. Larry Gus What’s Greek producer Panagiotis Melidis cooking? A piping hot stew of Afrobeat and hip hop, with more than a pinch of psychedelic pop thrown in for good measure. He may borrow most of his ingredients from the kitchens of others, but his woozy mishmash of influences has a flavour that’s unquestionably all his own.
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My Baby The Shamans are real and they’re beaming something back from a mystical realm unbeknownst to mere mortals. Fuzz-heavy blues grooves and licks, gospel and funk; an Unholy Trinity that in the hands of My Baby – especially mesmeric, golden-throated singer Cato van Dyck – is enough to tempt anyone to the dark side.
Chris Gallant is blessed with a voice for the ages. That much is obvious within just a few seconds of his breakthrough track, ‘Weight In Gold’; combining some classic soul with flashes of old-school jazz, it’s nonetheless a sound that’s utterly now. Big things – to match those pipes – surely beckon.
Petite Noir Dark and sultry is how South African Yannick Ilunga likes to paint with sound, as his debut album as Petite Noir aptly demonstrated. He’s coined his own genre ‘Noir Wave’. Mixing shuffling African beats with a postpunk sensibility has proven a fertile ground for his biting social commentary. Life Is Beautiful indeed.
Joe The Ripper ft. Joost van Bellen & Riptide Throw your hands in the motherfucking air! Sometimes, you want a DJ to just take you higher and push the party into overdrive; well, duo Joe The Ripper – that is, Joost van Bellen and Riptide – are capable of doing exactly that, mashing up
St. Paul A vinyl professor of the highest order, DJ St. Paul has the uncanny
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