‘Jazz music it aint dead, it jus’ smells funny’

‘Your head may beam and your legs sent into paroxysms as you hoof it like cracked sheep on some crazy narco and get hip to the swinging sound of 'The Jass B'stards'.

The Jass B’stards first conceptually coalesced as the accompanying orchestra to TMS (The Medicine Show – a vaudevillian variety show). Amidst the jazz standards and operatic scores, they developed a sketch portraying beatnik jazzbos jamming in a pointcounterpoint game that ends in a cacophonous confrontation; hilarity ensues. Eventually, it became clear that even the expansive scope of TMS couldn’t provide the appropriate environment for the JB’s to blossom into its own thematic entity, so a semi-regular residency was secured. JB’s blaze through psychedelic disco / caveman funk / lizard lounge rockabilly renditions of what sounds like riffs from the hottest jams of the ‘70s and ‘80s yielding a distinctly LCD soundsystem-ish experience. A range of special guests turns every JB’s gig into a mini-TMS, but more intimate and thus more manic. The last JB’s gig transformed TLR into a pimping harem of Egyptian belly dancers weaving through the crowd as Arabian doumbek drums jolted out their staccato syncopation like lightning flashes to theJB’s thunderous krautrock chug.