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| INDIELIGHTFUL: No Shackles At Freedom Bar | ||||||||||||||||
| The rasta-toasted Urban Junkies followed the frenzied, funny pace of Sugar Free. The Philippine flavor they added to reggae was fresh and unique, and reminded me of a less jaded BrownMan Revival. With bamboos, mouth harps and tambourines, their sound was a welcome respite to the frenetic sound of Sugar Free and Pinwheel that preceded them, a refreshing musical pinacolada to the earlier rough and tumble whiskey sound. Crowd-pleaser Radioactive Sago Project followed the Urban Junkies, and immediately plunged the crowd into a delicious Molotov cocktail of trains of thought, brass kisses and hypnotic guitar. Alan Ginsberg would've been proud, as traces of his monosyllabic, drug-induced reflections showed clearly in RSP's work, especially in the near-manic delivery of lead singer (and occasional writer) Lourd de Veyra. The jazz-type lounge style was also reminiscent of the late Digable Planets, and the brass section only emphasized the grandeur of the lost Beatnik lifestyle that RSP was seeking to revive. By this time, it was 12:30 and I realized that I was going to have to go. I missed two bands, including the wonderfully tasty Pinup Girls. I made a mental note to return to a Pinup Girls gig, just to make sure I didn't miss anything. Boarding the taxi, I tried to arrange my notes into some semblance of normalcy and order. I felt this incredible exhiliration at having experienced something so raw, so unadulterated, so uninhibited, so real. There were no pretensions, no record deals requiring fake smiles and grimaces. Wow. So this is independence. I had a genuine smile on all the way home. Previous Page Back To My Music |
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