HOOF w/ Aquafaba, Barry Jitter + Johnny Leitera

Wednesday night WEIRDNESS at Kino from four sets of two-pin din-plugs:
It MIGHT be loud. Or it MIGHT be quiet. HOPEFULLY the electricity doesn't go out, and we won't have to send Big Jeff down to the corner-shop with a bundle of 10p pieces to put in the meter. It wouldn't be the first time.

HOOF
In memoriam:
HOOF are just some guys who try to make music. There's four or five or occasionally twelve of the slot badgers onstage at any given time. If you go down to the Mardyke and meet them you can ask if they are geniuses, they'll say "maybe not now, but give it four or five months and we might finally crack it." Their songs include famous notes like A, D, G and sometimes Q as well. Regretfully, this gig is held in tribute to their fallen bassists who mysteriously expired in different branches of the countryside, (e.g: Matt evaporated at Chessel Beach, and Nicky Burger rolled his beach buggy in the Cairngorms) there were others too, but enough about them - this new guy can play it upside-down. These new songs invoke images of triangles and pentagons. I asked them if they'd ever write a truly circular song and they told me to "get fucked." At the end of the day, all I can is liken them to lichen growing on the doormat at the back entrance of the coalface of rock n' roll.
A message for HOOF: "come home, we love you, we miss you. It's not cool to be weird."
- Benjamin Ladner

Aquafaba
Boiled? No. Fried? No. Scrambled? Perhaps. Egg? Yes. Aquafaba - made up of Eggison Akers, Eggy Mattock, and Jacob Eggerson are a trio that have been slow-cooking for centuries in the Lords' Holy Flame. Hatched from a 3 yolk mega egg and gently fried through the circuits of their four track tape machine, they are armed with a plethora of tunes which command to be boogied to.

Barry Jitter and the Astonishing Sodapes
Barry Jitter is the self-described “antifolk heir to the Bedminster fortune.” Penman to a set of songs only able to be categorised three ways: LOVE, INTOXICANTS, or HANGING FROM A ROPE. Alone he is a strange and emotionally-powerful goose, but when others truly connect to his beautiful mind, they are the full gaggle. On this particular night he will perform with "the Astonishing Sodapes", Aidan Gale (virtuosic guitarist - he knows every chord), and Jacob Jefferson (performs with IGH and loses his housekeys in Clapham every time without fail). The Sodapes will act as the shambolic actualisation incarnate of his strange and unique world and transform his deregulated off-kilter folk into something REAL, that you can HEAR, SEE, and almost TOUCH.
"Barry Jitter: always different, always the same."

FFO: Beck, Gorpcore, John Cale, The Clean.

Johnny Leitera
WARNING: Johnny is a real man, made out of meat, skin and loud acoustic wood. He was born in a smoky bucket not far from Pittsburgh and was left to freely roam Bushwick - drinking expresso dregs and licking the bottoms of ashtrays. What else? He plays guitar with his own hands, in quite a beautiful and grown-up way, actually. He has travelled to Australia (AND BACK) to play gigs in a big, flat, metal bird without crying once. His songs sound like large blue tractors colliding (at considerable speeds) with sad, wet sandwiches. Come look at him stand on a box and make noise! It will be safe, but your ears will remember it forever.