Trading under the ‘Balkan’ brand is a difficult game, write an instant, catchy pop song without an accordion in sight and there’ll be a small contingent lining up to throw you under the bus.

New Yorker/Israeli Balkan Beat Box have spent the last few years sculpting out a niche in the world music scene by putting out consistently inventive pop music that draws, almost understated, influence from a vast range of traditions.
As if they have plotted the musical journey from New York to Jerusalem; negotiating harmonies, inhaling melodies, digesting rhythms.

And so the first offering from forthcoming album ‘Give’ (due March 5th). Creaky synths wobble away briefly before a cheeky trumpet break ticks the Balkan box for the purists and then we’re off.
Where to? Nowhere far, this isn’t trail-blazing stuff, it’s more of a stroll around a lively neighbourhood; one where the struggles and hopes of the people contrast with a colour and chaos whilst boom-boxes compete for airspace.
Grungy loud-hailer vocals rant over a stripped back verse before giving way to a heck of a catchy chorus which should move even the hardest of hearts and the whitest of people.

Whilst it seems unusual to release an obvious summer ‘hit’ so early in the year it works, especially the sentimental influence of sounds from the past 10 years, there’s a degree of 1999 about it (anyone remember Len, New Radicals, The Wiseguys? It’s ok, no-one’s judging you), a healthy splash of RATM and a stripped back production which resembles elements of Beastie Boys or even the Go! team.

It’s catchy, fun, and has got us well excited about the album. Winner.

BBB are in London on 17^th May.
http://www.livenation.co.uk/event/275116/balkan-beat-box-tickets

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Nicely sloppy folksy-punk (quickly banish images of The Levellers from your minds) formed in Belgrade by a Canadian. Playing at Jamboree in Cable Street Studios on Friday so almost certainly worth a gander.

Live review to follow in near future.

One of the joys of the Balkan maze is that it takes little to get lost and even less to stumble over something quite enormous that you had no idea was there.

How Gypsy Hill have stayed under my radar until now is almost certainly related to general ignorance, complete lack of long term memory and suitably JimBeamed state every time someone slips me a flyer at a club night. These things considered, it’s still a blinding oversight as front men DJ Kobayashi and Herbert Newbert are doing a hell of lot towards the promotion of the London gypsy scene by organising the monthly ‘Twisted Gypsy’ club night at Inspiral, Camden (review forthcoming) and transporting gypsybeat joy around the nations summer festival circuit.

Not only is this an excellent roma-influenced brass stomper, but the addition of Dick Dale-esque surf guitar, intelligently programmed world beats and electronica glitches bring a personal uniqueness to it which allows it to stand alone as its own music. It’s good fun, really good fun and I love that I could listen to it without holding it up against the Balkans.

Except, of course I can’t help myself. The brass isn’t great. And every part of me wants it to be. It’s tight enough and has the balls that more traditional groups tend to lack but the simple arrangements don’t allow enough of the emotion to be carried through the brass; No wailing tears or hysterical laughter are being blasted into my soul till, in submission, it can only feel what the performer wants it to.
Whilst this could obviously be construed as criticism, it’s not really. It’s just an observation of how we stand alongside the native Balkan brass players and appropriators and how our priorities differ.

Importantly though, it really doesn’t matter to the enjoyment of it all. I haven’t been this excited about seeing a band live for a long while and that’s a testament to the unique quality of these tunes.

Jan 20th @ Ginglik, Shepherds Bush
Jan 21st @ inSpiral, Camden
Feb 24th @ inSpiral, Camden

Check out http://soundcloud.com/gypsy-hill for plenty more.

Boring:
Tunein.com is a fantastic interface that lets you search and listen to live radio streaming from around the world and I can’t recommend it highly enough.

Interesting:
Right now you could be listening to ‘A’ Net radio broadcasting from Snow Hill Island, Antarctica or Polynesie 1ere 95.2fm fighting out of Papeete, French Polynesia.

Money Shot:
Just click the link above and get on with non-stop Eastern-European influenced gems.

Citizens of Hull! Womenfolk of Stratford Upon Avon! Clergymen of Ipswich! Rejoice!

The Tombolinos are often dangerously described as ‘World Music fusion’. Three words that should rightfully set alarms bells ringing. However, this is the real deal; barely a note or chord used just because it can be and genres are blended skilfully and respectfully.  This one’s a ‘must see’.
Can’t trust me yet? No worries, this should set your mind at ease.

Book a cat-sitter and put the landing light on a timer; Once you’re swept up in the party you may never return home.

Tickets for some events available here.

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Recently uncovered this Boban I Marko Markovic Orkestar video that has recently made it’s way out from the Romani mahala (neighbourhood) of Vladicin Han in Southern Serbia and can now be found jostling amongst the pimple-squeezing, bedroom karaoke-singing, wobbly gig footage world of Youtube.

This in itself is of no major significance; Boban and Marko are the biggest names within a Serbian brass band tradition that makes the current UK Dubstep explosion look like a quaint scene that could do with a little more exposure, and as such inarguably warrant some nifty promo videos to support their splendid Balkan Brass Funk and encourage some more nerdy Western Europeans to fork out fifteen quid for their newest releases.
There is a particular significance though to this particular video and its implications which, whilst subtle, convey an interesting view of where this tradition may be being led by the pied pipers of Vladicin Han.
Musically, Cocek Sljivovica shows the range of contemporary influence that 26-year-old Marko has bought to his father’s sound since joining the Orkestar in 2002: Elements of South American carnival ooze between the stomping brass riffs and Marko alternates between rapping in the gang vocal style so adored by the Balkan scene[1] and crooning in the fluid, open way of a seasoned wedding singer.

And it sounds proper, this isn’t a 50-something guy trying to sound groovy, it’s a 20-something guy who just is groovy.

Visually, however, it’s a case study in what may appear to be the Balkan Brass bandwagon beginning to veer off the muddy country track that’s kept it so beloved by the West’s Birkenstock-wearing chai-tea-drinkers and Serbian nationalists alike.

The video is not the usual collage of live footage and shaky Handycam scenes with even shakier acting that we’ve grown accustomed to. Far from it, it aspires to be a glossy HD international-standard promo, and of course why not? They want to be global pop stars, and I’m not for a second going to suggest that they are artifacts who should be kept in their village and only let out when supervised by an appointed ethnomusicologist. But, for the love of God, please not like this.

Within nano-seconds of pressing play the promo descends into an inexplicable series of scenes revolving around a swimming pool, a barbeque and a ‘prestige’ car that looks suspiciously like a Ford Focus with Mercedes logos taped onto the hubcaps.

In a feat of logic that would’ve confounded Captain Beefheart himself, the chosen compliments to these scenes are Balkan Santa, who looks on gleefully at a plate of grilled meets in front of him, a series of Yugobabes parade around in front of a spit-roasting hog and all the while Marko is clowning around in his car like a sixth former outside the school gates.

Obviously there is a liberal amount of tongue-in-cheek about the video, and it’s designed to showcase the quirkiness and party spirit of Balkan Brass Band Music; however the problem arrives when we consider that Marko Markovic is a ground-breaking musician, doing remarkably intelligent, progressive, and yes, fun things with a traditional music.

However, by creating a super-slick promotional video of this style he is inverting what we hear from a fascinating, groovy instrumental style into slightly naff commercial pop.

If, like he says, Markovic really is serious about taking this music forward and potentially becoming as much of a global pop star as the likes of Manu Chao or even Santana then he needs to do what all pop stars have done since the death of Ziggy Stardust and consider what consumers actually want and not what he personally aspires to. This means that the whole package has to be there; great tunes, a relevant image and a narrative that people can accept and identify with.

Be tongue-in-cheek, but, for goodness sake, just don’t look like you’re taking it so seriously.

Click here to view the video on YouTube.

Serbian funtime brass hop, despite the ropey video. Well worth a listen.
Dissapointingly anything else that Flamez Shop has been a part of is total bollocks.

With Hackney’s ‘New Empowering Church’ only a convenient hour and fifteen minute journey away from our South London door step it is with the burden upon my shoulders of a guaranteed great night out that I drag myself and assorted housemates and girlfriends onto the Northern Line with a bottle of Napoleon brandy and the kind of coats you only wear out when you’re not eighteen any more.

Balkanbeat classics have been on rotation since we arrived and an hour and a half later there is a tangible thirst for live music in the air; the clunk of a manhandled microphone, the chesty thud of the kick drum, the breath noise before the first note breaks out the saxophone…
As movement appears near the stage the crowd abandons any hope of getting in a second round and begins to peel away from the criminally short bar to get a good view. I say good view, but who are we kidding? We don’t need to see them, we need to feel them!
With bodies packed tight and second-hand whiskey-coke tinged breath the only oxygen supply, I’m not ashamed to say that the next 45 minutes (or possibly hour and a half, or possibly 20 minutes, or possibly 3 hours, you get the picture…) flew by in a blur of dizzy mad ecstacy. What I can tell you is that opener ‘Rupa je Rupa’ is a bloody banger, riding the right side of the often risky Balkan/Ska line its the perfect vehicle for whipping up white middle-class art students into a damn frenzy.
Think of it, if you will, as the stimulating equivalent of being woken up by a lingerie model slapping you across the face with a Double Sausage & Egg McMuffin.
I took friends who had never been to a Balkan/Gypsy night before, let alone Eastern Europe (one of them, it’s rumored has never been east of Wapping), and they couldn’t stop raving about it and how they had ‘never danced so much.’ So, despite that I’m about to shoot down this love fest, it’s important to stress that as live events go you’re not going to experience many better this side of the EU health and safety regulations.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, but certainly disappointingly, the recorded versions of the Tako Lako experience, which I rushed to listen to the following morning,  leave the listener a little flat. Yes, they’re perfectly played, well arranged and sensibly produced but there is a hole and the Bolivian dead philosopher Oscar Ichazo knew what it was when he stated 30 years ago that, “Nothing is equal to both of two different things”. He was bloody right you know.
Tako Lako are very good indeed, the crowd were very good indeed, together it was sensational and nothing could equal it. The record didn’t stand a hope.

www.takolako.dk

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Gypsy dubstep? Well, this could go one of two ways… Thankfully it’s an absolute gem. Sam and the Womp have moulded strutting balkanbrass riffs around a tasteful womping bassline and held it all together with tight and funky drums to move the feet and the spirit.

Bit late on the review of this one, but almost a year down the line it still warrants a hearty recommendation.

Avoiding one of the stock pitfalls of the ‘gypsy’ scene, Sam and the Womp have engaged their pop-brains and rounded up the track at 3 mins 30, which only serves to emphasise the delicious hit of  groove and leave a taste of bass in your mouth that will last for days.

Love it.