I am super-excited because I have tickets for Brixton Academy to see an outfit called Lucky Chops who are awesome (though I think their baritone sax player has left to concentrate on his project Too Many Zooz). Here is a taste of their stuff to get you in the groove. They’re addictive:
They are doing a tour supporting the gypsy punk outfit Gogol Bordello. I had seen Gogol Bordello on TV sometime back at a festival (probably Glastonbury). I was checking them out on YouTube, and came across this philosophical dig:
And for his moustachioed greatness doing it acoustic:
There is something very appealing in their approach – music, style, appearance, lyrics. You can read a really interesting interview with the lead singer Eugene Hutz here. And here are the leftfield lyrics:
It had stroke me as unwitty
I think it may started rumor
That the Lord ain’t got no humor
Let’s test superstring theory
Oh yoi yoi accelerate the protons
stir it twice and then just add me, ’cause
I don’t trust disciple
Even if they’re made of marble
Or Canal Street bling
Into the labyrinth of doubt
Frozed underground ocean
melting, nuking on my mind
Without Nazi uniformity
My brothers are protons
My sisters are neurons
Stir it twice, it’s instant family!
I don’t trust disciple
Even if they’re made of marble
Or Canal Street bling
My sisters are neurons
Stir it twice dlja prekrastnih dam
Or schizophrenics
Or astrophysicists in your family
Was my grandma anti anti
Was my grandpa bounty bounty
Hek-o-hek-o-hej-o
They ask me in embassy!
I don’t trust disciple
Even if they’re made of marble
Or Canal Street bling
And my grandpa he was bounty!
And stir it twice
And then just add me!
Party party party party party party
now afterparty