A gig held at Exchange on Friday 29th April. The event starts at 20:00.
Melt Yourself Down
An intense brew of jazz, punk, and African elements, Melt Yourself Down is a sextet featuring saxophonists Pete Wareham and Shabaka Hutchings, drummer Tom Skinner, bassist Ruth Goller, vocalist Kushal Gaya, and percussionist Satin Singh. The group's sound reflects the members' pedigrees: Wareham and Goller played in the acclaimed jazz outfit Acoustic Ladyland, Skinner and Hutchings also perform with the similarly lauded Sons of Kemet, and Gaya hails from the avant-garde combo Zun Zun Egui. Melt Yourself Down began when Wareham wanted to make "Nubian-inspired party punk music" and contacted his friends and former bandmembers. After writing the songs that would become their first album, the band headed to the Lightship95 studio with producer Leafcutter John. Melt Yourself Down released a pair of singles, Fix My Life/We Are Enough and Release!, before issuing their self-titled full-length in June 2013.
Pure Beauty
From the ashes of tropi-punk behemoths Fair Ohs, a phoenix rises. A phoenix with hips like James Brown and a shriek that will make you bust a move on the dancefloor until the sun rises over the kalahari. That phoenix is Pure Beauty, a band made up of members of Fair Ohs and punk-slobs Domestic Blitz. Yeah, that's a fucking saxophone you're hearing, get used to it.
But what Joe, Matt, Eddy and Same have created isn't really a band - or a fucking phoenix - Pure Beauty is a disease. A sexy, aggressive, dancing disease. Like herpes or gonorrhea but for your hips, Pure Beauty infects its way into your system, and your groin, unleashing an illness that grips you with its funky tentacles for life. Yeah, diseases have tentacles, especially this one. Once you're sick, you're fucked forever - you'll be destroyed by a concoction made up of Parliament/Funkadelic, Weather Report, Big Boys, Maximum Joy, Mahavishnu Orchestra, The Pop Group, Orchestre Poly-Rythmo and James Brown. Just imagine all of those funk, post-punk and jazz fusion bands playing a festival. At the same time.
On the same stage. In your crotch.
Pure Beauty started in London like a year and a half ago or some bullshit, who knows. But what we do know is this: they came to party. You can stand there and nod along to the latest miserable, floppy-haired grunge-pop snoozebags that you're pretending to like, or you can have a good.fucking.time.
There are some things you're going to have to get over:
1) Saxophones. Seriously they're all over this shit
2) Funk. We know that you had a bloodsugarsexmagik tshirt when you were 13, don't be a hypocrite
3) Jazz. Coltrane and Mingus wrote the best music on earth, and they were high as fuck. What's your excuse?
4) Solos. They're back. You're fucking welcome.
5) Good times. Quit your god damn whining, it's 2015 and you're some yuppie in skinny jeans. Fucking live your life, baby. It's a good one.
Entry requirements:
An intense brew of jazz, punk, and African elements, Melt Yourself Down is a sextet featuring saxophonists Pete Wareham and Shabaka Hutchings, drummer Tom Skinner, bassist Ruth Goller, vocalist Kushal Gaya, and percussionist Satin Singh. The group's sound reflects the members' pedigrees: Wareham and Goller played in the acclaimed jazz outfit Acoustic Ladyland, Skinner and Hutchings also perform with the similarly lauded Sons of Kemet, and Gaya hails from the avant-garde combo Zun Zun Egui. Melt Yourself Down began when Wareham wanted to make "Nubian-inspired party punk music" and contacted his friends and former bandmembers. After writing the songs that would become their first album, the band headed to the Lightship95 studio with producer Leafcutter John. Melt Yourself Down released a pair of singles, Fix My Life/We Are Enough and Release!, before issuing their self-titled full-length in June 2013.
Pure Beauty
From the ashes of tropi-punk behemoths Fair Ohs, a phoenix rises. A phoenix with hips like James Brown and a shriek that will make you bust a move on the dancefloor until the sun rises over the kalahari. That phoenix is Pure Beauty, a band made up of members of Fair Ohs and punk-slobs Domestic Blitz. Yeah, that's a fucking saxophone you're hearing, get used to it.
But what Joe, Matt, Eddy and Same have created isn't really a band - or a fucking phoenix - Pure Beauty is a disease. A sexy, aggressive, dancing disease. Like herpes or gonorrhea but for your hips, Pure Beauty infects its way into your system, and your groin, unleashing an illness that grips you with its funky tentacles for life. Yeah, diseases have tentacles, especially this one. Once you're sick, you're fucked forever - you'll be destroyed by a concoction made up of Parliament/Funkadelic, Weather Report, Big Boys, Maximum Joy, Mahavishnu Orchestra, The Pop Group, Orchestre Poly-Rythmo and James Brown. Just imagine all of those funk, post-punk and jazz fusion bands playing a festival. At the same time.
On the same stage. In your crotch.
Pure Beauty started in London like a year and a half ago or some bullshit, who knows. But what we do know is this: they came to party. You can stand there and nod along to the latest miserable, floppy-haired grunge-pop snoozebags that you're pretending to like, or you can have a good.fucking.time.
There are some things you're going to have to get over:
1) Saxophones. Seriously they're all over this shit
2) Funk. We know that you had a bloodsugarsexmagik tshirt when you were 13, don't be a hypocrite
3) Jazz. Coltrane and Mingus wrote the best music on earth, and they were high as fuck. What's your excuse?
4) Solos. They're back. You're fucking welcome.
5) Good times. Quit your god damn whining, it's 2015 and you're some yuppie in skinny jeans. Fucking live your life, baby. It's a good one.
Entry requirements: