November 6
Remember when Jeff n Elon AKA the Chuckle Bros were going to take us all to Mars? Now they’ve pivoted back to more standard Evil Mastermind stuff but the idea of leaving Airstrip One for the frigid lifeless wastes of outer space kinda seems kinda appealing as everything gets worse and worse n the Four Horsemen are getting their saddles and tack nice and ready.. Thank Krull for JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH, a hermetically sealed and perfectly realised biosphere simply humming with symmetry and geometry thanks to the unflagging interstellar efforts of Luke “Solaris” Rattenbury (gtr) and Loz ‘Stalker” Thomas (drms) as they light the blue touch paper and stand well forward then take off for the outer spaceways powered by an improbability drive of unfeasibly hot licks and cool grooves… forget tedious rain-soaked displays of sectarian pyrotechnics, the real fireworks are in here, my friend, as the Bee’s Team hover, oscillating at the edge of perception across all the range of harmonics on this octave, waiting to make with libations of the quality hooch, Abdul conducts proceedings from the middle of the road, I do something or other on bass, all manner of esteemed guests drop by to sit in and do their thing, and the regular cast of street characters demonstrate what Cruella would call their ‘lifestyle choices’ by begging for scraps on the freezing slippery pavements before retiring to who knows where before waking up and starting again…there’s a whole carousel of bullshit whirling around and around out there, so step off with us for a while, bad things are afoot but screw them, step off and get up with it, we’ll be waiting.