F*ck a sunday night movie on Mnet. F*ck popcorn and watered-down coke at the cinema. F*ck thin base pizza served at red-checkered tables and Eros Ramzotti pulverising our ears.
I Wana live in my city, i wana extract her for every bit of culture her body can offer. I wana experience her streets. I want something new, something exciting.
I wana see live music that’ll pluck at my heart strings. I want music that’ll send my hammer anvil and stirrups doing funckiness in the depths of my ears.
I want the Venue, I want Melrose Arch. I want beer. I want the riotous Rock of Shadowclub live and unplugged.
This Trio of hipster maniacs, once raw, now Gillette sensor razor-sharp played an acoustic set that left the women in the audience tearing at their seats as zombies, hungry and guys wishing they were rockers in skinnies. The trio of Isaac Klawansky on drums, Jacques Moolman, the vocalist and Louis Roux slapping that bass as though it was his Sexually Charged girlfriend played a gig worthy of a replay on DSTV.
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Jacques, his balmed hair and shaven cut. His voice rapturous, powerful to turn rock to liquid magma, to cause dormant volcanoes to burst into flambuoyant flame elevated the venue to an halcyon day of great rock. the breath from his lungs trembling his chords delivering craig bellamy-ic theatre.
Isaac commands. Isaac delivers. Isaac leads. His phenomenal drum rolls and tommy gun-esque staccato. He is a black cloaked gangster peppering American-made Lincolns delivering ‘Lucy’ to our ear-steps. hopping and skipping down that yellow bricked road, tripping nillies down a country road, it’s ratatata, and then he sends us running running in free flight. It's the 70’s, the pinnacle of Rock. Isaac, he is off of his skins, it’s “Left and Round Again’.
Louis, as bassists go, said more. He has intensity. He is physical. Caressing that guitar, holding it with a sexual hankering, it in turn delivers. The bass is an extension of his form and he loves it.
With “Guns and Money”, it’s hilly billy beats and “Never Hide' with her Radiohead heavy crescendos, i crumbled as a soggy marie biscuit. ‘Kill the President’, a rhythmic chainsaw, tearing at the ether.
These lads set the ambience at Sexually Charged when they announced “Garden of Snow’.
Play on sires, keep evolving, keep experimenting.
Play on sires, keep evolving, keep experimenting.
The trio, looking good for a Levis ad pasted on a brown stone building towering over Times Square, form Shadowclub, a hard thumping, percussion heavy rock hipster band. Their debut show as owners of their own Bill, play a unique sound of rock to this country. They’re exciting, innovative and just at the birth of their anthology.
the theme tune to carte blanche can suck my balls.
