Review: The Blk Jks at the Bohemian

I got light criticism last week for writing a completely smitten review about the Tallest Man on Earth. It was not my best writing, its true. Spelling errors and there was no organisation, I wrote as I felt which is ok with me. I write to express something, I think that my man-crush on Kristian Matsson was put across as I felt it.

I am going to do the same thing today.

I went to go watch the Blk Jks on Friday night. I have been hearing a fair amount of criticism of them recently so was slightly hesitant. I heard they were going through the motions on stage and that the passion they once displayed on stage was missing. Thats what I heard ... but not what I saw on friday. I experienced something closer to a "I was there when the Blk Jks started playing their new shit, where were you?"

They have been compared favourably with a variety of post rock bands like Pink Floyd and the like. They, I feel, have finally done away with that comparison and created something that can no longer be called the African Pink Floyd. They are now an entity completely to themselves, a journey of joy and light and lust on stage. It was a rebirth of apocalyptic proportions. I am so glad to have experienced this. Linda on stage (and I will make a comparison here, purely because of how he was dressed) looking like Billy Corgan did in the latter stages of his career when he wore a black leather and cotton flowing dress. He was wearing what can be best described as a long shiny pvc dress. It fucking rocked, he looked every bit the rock god that he is.

Tshepang was magnificent behind the drums, barechested and sweaty. Singing back up and sometime lead with power and heart. Smashing the drum kit and then rapidly descending into a Jazz dischord lightly tapping his cymbals with a delicate hand.

Molefi smiling at each and every member of the band as his bass kept everyone in control and in time, I have rarely seen a musician that happy on stage.

Mpumi. Have you seen a man bounce up and down on stage whilst playing sick sick riffs? I have.

So when someone comes to you and says that the Blk Jks have lost their magic. Tell them they are lying and need to see them again.

I know where I was when I heard the Blk Jks play their new shit, where were you?

PS: my deepest apologies to Shadowclub for not seeing them play, I was trapped outside.

Photograph taken on the Nikon D300S

Comment by Beth Seagal on February 20, 2012 at 9:10: The way you write is honest! I love this, shows integrity and one gets the full experience as you write. Thank you. I live in PE, if they travel here I will go see them. In fact will look at Youtube for a clip or 2. My point is you have created a fan and I have never heard them:)

Comment by Jozi Review on February 20, 2012 at 9:19: Many thanks Beth. Do go see them.

Here are some great Youtube links:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_p39dhBLK1U

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oUI02eK3SM

the second one was shot at the venue I went to watch them at for this review, though its pretty old.

Comment by Beth Seagal on February 20, 2012 at 9:30: Thank you...their beat is awesome. Lakeside is brilliant.

Comment by Everything She Loves on February 20, 2012 at 18:16: Love your posts Jozi! keep them coming:)

Comment by Jozi Review on February 20, 2012 at 18:57: Thank you Everything

Comment by Danielle on February 21, 2012 at 19:20: Is that Usher?

Comment by Jozi Review on February 21, 2012 at 19:24: Um ... No! And Usher wishes it was him.

Comment by Socratis Avgitidis on February 21, 2012 at 19:36: LOL!

Comment by Danielle on February 21, 2012 at 19:46: lol, i thought it was him. My bad

Comment by Jozi Review on February 21, 2012 at 19:49: I mean ... You read the review?

Review: The Blk Jks at the Bohemian

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