Before I let him ramble/jive talk his ass off about 'the next big thing'/'new Arctic Badgers' I must highlight the occasional genius of Nikka Costa. She isn't new and doesn't have a new record out but she never really got any attention. Sadly she is a bit old now and will have to settle to being big in Germany (not a bad thing eh Hoff?)
Check this out on the 'ol iTunes
'Till I Get To You
Mark Ronson produced this one back in 2001
Like a Feather
Here is the chop about Cajun Chikan. I like Firas' speling mitsakes so I am not going to correct them, I ain't his skool teacher. Anything in 'normal' text = Firas and the (bold brackets = FunBongo)
Cajun Dance Party Live
Cajun Dance Party are perhaps one of the most prolific bands on the up-rise in London. 5 Hampstead kids who are under the age to drink are building a huge ban base, a sublime catalogue of music and winning over the hearts of the all ages crowds.
The excitement surrounding this merry band of men and one girl (poor girl is not a looker) is huge. XL Recordings recently signed them up; joining a label with artists already including the likes of The Prodigy, White Stripes & Basement Jaxx.
At the Troubador on Friday 2nd March they proved without a doubt that their rise to notoriety (R.I.P Biggie) is both well founded and certain to happen (lets not get carried away). The last time I saw these young-guns was at the 333 (drug den) in October 2006; playing before Late of the Pier (had to give them a mention didn't you?), they demonstrated a talent that separated them into the really f***ing good catergory away from the average (don't believe Firas' crack pipe/hype).
It had been 5 months since I'd seen them last, it was clear that this was now a truly professional and well oiled (sewing) machine.
Not only did they have the personality, the stage presence and the talent to send a load of kids (8-13) mental but they had more professional little touchesand a little more charisma since the last time I'd seen them (this sentence makes absolutely no sense).
A well orchestrated (there was no orchestra) beginning that saw lead singer Danny (Champion of Firas' world) make his entrance from the dressing room through the crowd (whoa! Nelly that sh!t is off the hook).
Gyrating around the stage, he has an air of the lead singer of the Kooks (please no), the presence of Mick Jagger (I doubt it) and the romance of Pete(r) Doherty (impossible).
As they ploughed (saucy) through their set, it was clear that everyone in the venue was a fan, knew every word, and hung off the every motion of the lead singer (lies, lies and more lies).
Quite simply one of the most exciting new talents emerging on the British music scene with a future that'll scare the hell out of the grandaddy's of rock (Status Quo). Noel Gallagher is quaking in his boots (yep, he has got piles).
Free Filthy Few Podcast
Cajun Dance Party MySpace
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