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I wrote an article for a magazine! Aren't I clever?
It's a review of Buck 65's recent gig at Manchester's Night and Day Cafe, which I attended with the lovely Miss annabel_annabel.
If you live outside of the South Manchester area and are thus unable to get your hands on a copy of Juice magazine, my review is
Buck 65 at the Night and Day.
The support band, Brakes, appeared to have been chosen purely for their inability to upstage the headliner. Opening with a bizarre, atonal acoustic number, they continued their foray into musical ineptitude unabashed - occasionally raised to the heady heights of mediocrity only by the fact that most of their songs were quite short. The less said about them the better, really.
The man himself, Richard Terfry - a.k.a. Buck 65 - is, for those of you who don’t already know - a Canadian rapper. However, to the best of my knowledge he has never once uttered the phrase, “licky boom-boom down”. His musical style is more kinda DJ-Shadow-meets-Tom-Waits, and his stage presence is, frankly, impressive. He draws the audience in with amusing vignettes about his life before launching into a complicated verbal breakdown of modern life over a wide range of musical backgrounds ranging from the heavy-metal tones of ‘463’ to the bass-heavy lyrical road-trip of ‘Wicked and Weird’ (tonight given the new title of ‘Nekkid and Nude’). Normally a solo performer, he was supplied with backing vocals from a little angel-voiced minx whose name escapes me.
The crowd (myself included) clearly adores him and he cheerfully spends around an hour after the show chatting to fans and signing autographs - each of which he personalises with a little doodle. I got a fish.
In short, Buck is possibly the best-kept secret in contemporary music and neatly polarises the world into two categories: Those who love him, and those who don’t love him yet.
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It's a review of Buck 65's recent gig at Manchester's Night and Day Cafe, which I attended with the lovely Miss annabel_annabel.
If you live outside of the South Manchester area and are thus unable to get your hands on a copy of Juice magazine, my review is
Buck 65 at the Night and Day.
The support band, Brakes, appeared to have been chosen purely for their inability to upstage the headliner. Opening with a bizarre, atonal acoustic number, they continued their foray into musical ineptitude unabashed - occasionally raised to the heady heights of mediocrity only by the fact that most of their songs were quite short. The less said about them the better, really.
The man himself, Richard Terfry - a.k.a. Buck 65 - is, for those of you who don’t already know - a Canadian rapper. However, to the best of my knowledge he has never once uttered the phrase, “licky boom-boom down”. His musical style is more kinda DJ-Shadow-meets-Tom-Waits, and his stage presence is, frankly, impressive. He draws the audience in with amusing vignettes about his life before launching into a complicated verbal breakdown of modern life over a wide range of musical backgrounds ranging from the heavy-metal tones of ‘463’ to the bass-heavy lyrical road-trip of ‘Wicked and Weird’ (tonight given the new title of ‘Nekkid and Nude’). Normally a solo performer, he was supplied with backing vocals from a little angel-voiced minx whose name escapes me.
The crowd (myself included) clearly adores him and he cheerfully spends around an hour after the show chatting to fans and signing autographs - each of which he personalises with a little doodle. I got a fish.
In short, Buck is possibly the best-kept secret in contemporary music and neatly polarises the world into two categories: Those who love him, and those who don’t love him yet.
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