Second up last night was Blind Yackety.
For those of you familiar with the Harbour Bar in Bray, the operatic conventions and fuzz-like halo of Blind Yackety may be familiar. Depending on how bad the Bavaria was.
But recent years have seen Blind Yackety off his arse and write some of the most entertaining music I have ever heard (and I do not say that lightly).
Stuck somewhere between the dance halls of Gilbert and Sullivan and a seasick sailor with a monkey and an accordian, Blind Yackety fits the bill perfectly of melodious, random, comic, bloody catchy and plain fucking fun. On his myspace page he has genred his music as "tropical". Exactly.
So, as the Yack perched delicately on the studio chair, clad in last night's flowery nylons, we at the Sessions were treated to the vocal gymnastics and pinball machine of images that makes this seriously fun musician seriously good.
Check him out.
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