Master Musicians Of Bukkake at Vacation Vinyl Monday, March 26th, 2012
The mysterious men of the desert had installed their imaginary tents and set up their weird and spectacular theatrical performance at Vacation Vinyl on Monday night. When I arrived, the store had already filled up with people and incense smoke, and I am still wondering what happened exactly.
Dressed as imaginary Tuaregs with blue turbans, long black robes and sunglasses (in this darkness!), with colored tissues wrapped around their mics, the six Master Musicians Of Bukkake, as they call themselves, have reinvented their own hybrid idea of world-music-meets-rock-meets-psychedelia, but I must admit that I was wondering till the end if they were a real thing, some electronica version of Mali band Tinariwen, but when the lights went on at the end of the show, I could tell they were just regular white guys,… from Seattle it turned out.
No matter what, it was spectacular! Their fusion songs, heavily influenced by eastern music, were looking for a forgotten culture of some mysterious civilization, under the presidency of a great priest of ceremony with a deer mask, whose black gloved arms were slowly making these elegant and dramatic moves, while making long howls and Arabic high-pitched ululations.
Theater apart, their music was fully captivating, a wall of fuzziness and distortion with loud and psychedelic guitars stuffed with electronica, double-drums and gongs, brushed by violent desert winds whilst tribal screams and throbbing chants were melting together.
Their secret ritual, sometimes upbeat and festive ('In the Twilight of Kali Yuga'), sometimes dark and sinister, was sprawling into some chaotic trance and seemed to be born out of the relics of a forgotten civilization.
Yeah, it was damn intriguing and it was totally working! A guy from the audience was totally into it, throwing his arms in the air, getting closer to the musicians,… it must have been the strong incense smell, he was high and was not coming down, till the manager of the store intervened.
At one point, the deer put something on fire (literally), a sound explosion followed with bluesy guitars, turning funky and always these haunting exotic pulsating chants. The sound was gigantic, chaotic, a scream-doom-trance-fest while the deer, suddenly turned human, all arms in the air, was haranguing us, more victorious than ever.
By the way, I googled the term Bukkake, just out of curiosity, and you don’t want to know what I have found…..Japanese? I’ll let you find out the rest by yourself, oh my, I had no idea!
