SOIL & "PIMP" SESSIONS

if rock never dies, then jazz is its immortal brother.

and last night the pimpers showed singapore one more time just exactly how close these brohters are.

the sweetmusic crew went down in full force to the esplanade to watch them last night, i guess this year's tours for them would be to plug their latest and fifth album already so far - Planet Pimp.

well last night, going way above and beyond expectations by most accounts, soil and "pimp" were a virtually inseparable assault of jazz improv and frantic punk rock stage intoxication, with beat styles from every possible nook and cranny of the universe of music exploding at the speed of a thousand million excruciatingly slinky bass hooks, the grand palace from which the princes of the horns tore their hearts out for the audience with every breath and every drop of sweat as they bickered in magical unison, contantly contantly watched over by the bishop of the keyboards and grand piano keys, the wizadry of sweet sweet omnipresence.

And of course, following in the fine Japanese tradition of perfectionism, soil and "pimp" 's President aka Shacho was always at hand to guide all learned and unlearned ears to every turn, dive, stop, jump and mind fuck moments in the songs, and to remind us all that was going on was really goin on and that we weren't dreaming.

till now i still can't define them. they call their stuff death jazz. i think it's even more than just death jazz. free flow death punk jazz rock orchestra doesn't even scratch the surface.

anyways, you guys know im not crazy over labels or genres.

but if i ran a music shop, i'd have to place their albums somewhere.

and i guess im just gonna have to put them under the SICK section.

shouts out to mister green for tipping me off, you the pimp.