I’m not Jewish, but Kletzmer music is the balls. David Krakauer plays in a unique way, full of sarcasm and lament; clarinet screaming, weaving like a snake.
Although the words are intelligible, what exactly they’re singing about, nor could I ever repeat a single riff. Seaweed are a tremendous and original band.
People who haven’t had a date in three years call this “hypnotic.” If you’re one of those people, this potpourri of mopery may be your cup of bitter almonds.
A spoken word reading of the first two chapters of Hell’s forthcoming book, is every bit as smack-soaked as Carroll’s Basketball … and Downtown Diaries,
His solos have a worldly strangeness that seem to deny time and space, leaving the pedestrian realm and soaring on erratic zephyrs making small whirlwinds.