Tag: 2009

Also out this month is BIG BOSS MAN Full English Beat Breakfast ( Blow Up). Their third outing brims with wigged-out Hammond, Moog and Farfisa dancefloor grooves that reference everyone from Jimi Hendrix and Small Faces to Wynder K Frog. There are also touches of Northern, samba, acid jazz and boogaloo, while Beat Breakfast
rewires Booker T & The MGs’ Green Onions. It’s their best album yet.

4 STARS

If you go for big, bold, 92% pork Hammond sound blaring out over 14 tracks of driving funk ‘n’ beat, all laid to tape in an eight track rough-as-a-baboon’sarse studio in Hackney, then this, my friend, is definitely for you. The third Big Boss Man album is essentially no different to the two before it: it gets up, makes a lot of noise for about an hour and then sits the fuck back down, leaving its executioners – that’s Nasser Bouzida on keys, drums and vocals, Trev Harding on geetar and Scott Milsom on bass – exhausted, happy and almost post coital in their reverie. It’s fun, is what it is. It gets down like JB; it spins like a young Keb darge; it runs up and punches you in the mouth like an old Stax tune. It’s really guite a laugh. On top of which it has that effortlessly hip feel that all really good ideas seem to have. Especially when they’ve been nicked from the sixties and turned into something for today by guys who know what they’re doing and love what they know. There’s no real point in picking out tracks, ’cause if you’re into the style [as described] it’ll all work for you. Sample it online and purchase with confidence. And put on a clean shirt, fer chrissake

4 STARS

Music: Paul Weller, The Mighty Boosh, Thievery Corporation, Nike, Mojo and the International Red Cross have all raved about, or used, Big Boss Man cuts over the last few years and it’s easy to see why.
Their bubbling, beguiling blend of soul jazz, boogaloo and sixties grooves is a bit more in 2009-cum-1966 territory on their third album, hence the title, but it’s all still a great atmospheric mix of tight danceable rhythms and sweet, sweet melodies. The Sergeant
Pepper of boogaloo – and you really shouldn’t go without your breakfast, should you?
Sound: A fat, ful l sound from Nick ‘Klaxons’ Terry. The Hammond organs, the range and the separation are a treat and sound superb on any decent system. PS

It’s time to switch on the lava lamp and crack open the Babycham, because Big Boss Man are back and groovier than ever. The everpresent Hammond organ ensures that ‘Full English Beat Breakfast’ is a seriously greasy affair and the perfect start to any weekend. The boys keep the pace fast and tight, with a bit of psychedelic rock, samba and Northern Soul thrown in for good measure. It certainly puts the ‘swing’ back into the swinging ’60s, with plenty of Georgie Fame-esque grooves. If Charlie Croker from The Italian Job was still alive – gawd bless his soul – he would be dancing to this, and recommendations don’t come any better than that!
7/10

An infectiously funky introduction to the album, they’ve used
for inspiration and reworked them Triumph of The Olympian kicks off
Big Boss into cool, or cooler, mixing upfront/Mod beat Man’s Full
English Beat Breakfast in great style sounds with samba, classic
Hammond with and as a set opener would have the masses upbeat
handclaps, and they’ve made it work so dancing towards the floor in
front of the stage. well it hurts. That’s hurting your feet as you
We’ve got 14 scorching hot tracks here, mainly dance from beginning
to end. Even the shouts instrumental but there are the occasional
and gentle harmonies they’ve added sparingly lyrics, Black Eye (I
Believed in Love) for in some backgrounds work well. Clown Face
example, but all perfectly executed in a sounds like, well you’ll
know when you hear it, wonderful retro style. If you don’t know Big
but I couldn’t put my finger on it last night, then Boss Man then
think heavy organ, fuzzy guitars, Hairy Mary has the soulful groove
while Farfisa, driving bass, percussion, three cool Slaphead’s
Demise began like The Beatles’
guys and the good times. Yeah… Taxman before going into something
else I can’t
Then there’s the almost cheesy sounding remember and then even
borrowing a lick from 60s/70s film soundtrack numbers, Full
Brazilian, a Madness late album track. But it’s all good I except
they’re not cheesy, they’re groovy baby promise you, and then some.
This is an album because BBM have made them so. Right? And it’s you
most definitely should own and one which true; Trev, Nass and Scot
have worked their other musicians will be jealous of. magic on the
eclectic selection of funky sounds

Wound up in a band named after the campest wrestler in WWF history? It’s fine – simply name your album after a fry-up to pull focus and then photograph a ‘full
English’ for your cover to follow suit. To rectify Big Boss Man’s overwhelming aesthetic gashness, this, their third album, needs to suplex the sh*t out of the . Hammond beat world it sits in. So, without further a due, let 60’s soul instrumental (‘Triumph Of The
Olympian’) lay the smack down and Booker T receive a boot to the face from ‘Green Onions”s sleazier sibling (‘Beat Breakfast’), before Big Boss Man’s Zombie-esque
psyche organ pop pins you in the ring for the three count.Yes, it all goes a bit Austin Powers in a crude “Shagadelic Baby,Yeaaaah” kinda” way, but more often than not ‘Full English Beat Breakfast’ will knock you flat on your back and boogaloo a victory lap.

Swirling Hammond organ plus groovy 60s vibe drums, fuzz bass and tremolo drenched guitar lead you into the spaced out funk that follows as Big Boss Man aka The Bongolian and his trio meld the Small Faces with Booker T & The MGs. This is a funky good time spin with each track a potential 45 played on the 60s Thank Your Lucky Stars TV show, though, that doesn’t exist anymore. It’s one of those albums where you wished you were the drummer, or had thought of the concept first!

5 STARS

“Wow. Take a deep breath before you enter the crazy world of Silvery. The grandiose circus music of The Nishikado takes you on a whirlwind with its relentless and spiralling organs. The cacophony of different sounds can all get a bit confusing, until the chorus when the glorious mess seems to find its way. The furious pace of the EP will have you bouncing off the walls and collapsed in an exhausted heap in the corner by the end. In the words of me Dad, “”What a bloody racket.”” But an utterly exhilarating racket, it has to be said.”

“Silvery have produced a tribute to the one and only Toshihiro Nishikado to whom we give gratitude for the remarkable invention that is Space Invaders – those little critters everyone knows and loves. Clearly, Nishikado is a hero to Silvery: this tribute could bring a tear to the eyes of the most hardened cynic. Following an initial pop-rock guitar-drums combo, a complete shift in direction transpires to what seems like a march through a warped funfair, for the likes of Susan Boyle, some might say. With wild synth riffs and vocals resembling David Bowie, Silvery suck you in to the unrestrained indie madness. Identity and Murder Holes continue the fairground theme, with unruly synth sections distinguishing Silvery from current and past indie bands.”