Over the past couple weeks, I’ve been going to solely jammy funk around good time shows – a genre I didn’t know nor care existed.
Well, scratch that, because this genre is fucking virgin tight. I’ve been missing the funk out and now I want to tell the world about it! Except I don’t know the world. But I do have a decent amount of funkers here I can tell. So for my motherfunkers: Floozies, Sunsquabi, Polyrhymthics – open up your virgin ears and let them take you to a place you never knew existed.
It took me a while to get my head out of my ass. How far up my ass was my head? Well, a block away from the Polyrhythmics/Electric Kif show was Brokencyde. My debate in the week prior was which experience should I experience.
Fortunately, I chose correctly.
I saw Electric Kif, a quartet of passionate musicians whose cohesion stat was spent all on their sound. I had to pee during their set, and when they finished their song, the dude in the stall couldn’t help but clap while dropping some logs. Because their live sound oozes passion and skill.
And if you don’t know where to look while they play, just look at their keyboardist Jason Matthews, the most animated person on stage.
Whereas Polyrhythmics distributed some of their stat points to the kinetic energy side. It was a very appropriate venue for them as it made the kinetic energy feel immense. It might have also been naturally immense, but it definitely felt that way regardless with the sardine-packed crowd. Everywhere you went, even the bathrooms as noted above, had some sort of movement and smiles that made it fantastic to be stuck in.
I’m not gonna bore you to death with another funky funk jam time themed page of words. What I will say is this: if you have the choice between Brokencyde or Polyrhythmics, don’t be a funking idiot. You can be depressed at Polyrhythmics if you want, but at least you won’t Depressed. You’ll feel the kinetic energy at both, sure, but would you rather feel an energy that makes you wag your fingers and shake your booty or wag your fingers and slit your own wrists?
As a disclaimer, my knowledge of Brokencyde is from circa 2007 or whenever they were popular. Please don’t sue. I have no money.
