Buck 65
Catcall
A-ha. That was worth it. Buck 65's been on a to-see list of mine for a while now. So this time he's in town, though I'm currently working, I had to see this weekday show.
Catcall kicked off proceedings, backed by a boofy looking dj on cd turntables, lightly mixing the fresh electro boogie beats. Received a slightly warmer reception from this crowd than the last time I caught her in action supporting Architecture in Helsinki. She got some neat enough dance moves. Vocals have a rock'n roll howling rawness when she goes for the louder notes. I initially was attracted to her sound cos I thought she'd be a hip hop outsider, bring a fresh slant on things. She still has some neat tunes, but I must admit she's lost a bit of her shine for me after seeing her twice.
Buck 65, what a star! The greatest rapper in the world! Or so he told us. Clambering onto the stage all thin and lanky, looking a bit unhealthy, had a bit of a cough through out the night. But he's a total trooper and delivers an amazing show. Just man alone on stage with a laptop, mixer and turntable. For a typical tune, beats are cued up on the computer, wicked story telling rhymes over the top, close with some trick turntable-ism. If I make it sound formulaic, I'm doing it a huge disservice as it's anything but predictable. Talk about approaching hiphop with a unique slant, Buck 65 is the very definition. Genre clashing alt-country indie blues rap. Plus a twist of the ridiculous, he cheekily snuck in a John Farnham tune and the Fishead song as well. Tunes new and old interspersed with funny banter, a truly skilled showman in an age of charlatans.