Ruapuke Roots Garden Festival

Back in 2015, on a blissful Friday afternoon in February, I was most excited to play a set at the Roots Garden Festival in Ruapuke, which became instantly renowned by all in attendance as the best festival of the summer.

A spirit of cooperation and community permeated the atmosphere as people came together from all over Aotearoa, and the world, to move towards the shared goal of getting down to some rare riddims and heavy bass. Three days of music, sun, ocean and musical explosions; these are the days that make summer.

My contribution to this event is an eclectic passage through some of my favourite styles of music, connected together in a somewhat logical manner, I believe. I felt the need to open with something momentous to pay tribute to epic enclave of nature that the stage was nestled in (complete with a fresh water stream running beneath), Hymn to Mother Earth by Demon Fuzz.

I have recreated my set to keep this moment alive and to peak anticipation in the next one...

Olivier is back in Black Music

And isn't he back in style? Before you can press the play button, you are presented with a crisp contrast of black on white, white on black, and every other possible combination. This man looks like he means business, and he's got 4 tracks to get it out, so no messing about. This sentiment is echoed in initial scenes for the video of 'Ain't cool';  slightly concerning in the sense that it gives the feeling a trap beat could drop any second.

However, a pleasantly stuttering guitar groove greets us accompanied by a more relaxed style of Olivier's falsetto than has been common on some of his previous releases; perhaps to match his subtle change in moniker. I welcome this change as another iteration of the rebirth of classic music you can actually just listen to. Olivier continues to lay out the truth in 'Dog in man', keeping it crisp and keeping the head nodding for the full 7 minutes; ample time to contemplate how his words resonate with things you experience every day, during your time as an animal on this planet.

All subtleties are blasted away by what could only be described as a bad ass bass-line in the next track 'Ship is going down'. Olivier fires shots left and right, hitting everything in sight from Wikipedia to the buried and forgotten implications of ultra-consumerism, accompanied by a triumphant horn from Patrick that makes you will make you happy to go down with it. A true call to man, but with a nonchalance that it is already too late.

'The proud' rounds this EP out with a big group hug swaying to washed out and emotive riffs, although with a lingering plea and uncertainly brought by a repeated and eerie shift in the vocals. Nothing like an unanswered question to pave the way for a sequel. The first instalment from St. Louis is refreshing as an Autumns day and hopes are high that we will see more in this vein.