It's so rare to find music that really hits that pleasure spot in my brain—the same spot that makes my eyes roll up in the back of my head when I fiercely scratch that mosquito bite that's been itching all afternoon. I mean really rare. There are songs that can get me going, hype me up, follow me around and stick in my head with T-1000-like tenacity (Hannah Georgas' Bang Bang You're Dead is the most recent example I have of that). But sometimes it's years between finding a band that just brings a smile to my face.
Buke and Gass are it right now. Their music gives me that blissed-out sensation. It's unlike anything I've ever heard before—just two people with homemade instruments, a modified bass ukulele and a hybrid guitar-bass; they also simultaneously play a kick drum and bells with their feet. While they're singular in their sound, Buke and Gass's aesthetic is right up my alley—it's melodic, cacophonous, dynamic, fiery, percussive, and cerebral yet emotive. Mostly they just rock my socks off.
Judge for yourself.
PS Thanks Radiolab.
2 comments:
Gave it a try. Buke and Gass don't "move" me. A little too out on the edge and brassy for my failing ears.
We heard a great meal was had by all from Owen and Diane and that you've stolen the "perfect pizza" brand from Jerry's (my interpretation of their use of the word "exquisite" in reference to your pizza. Good on ya!
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well, i appreciate you giving them a listen. i wouldn't have expected them to be up your musical alley though.
and i dunno about perfect, but the pizza seems to make customers happy so far.
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