Bianca Scout, James Martin and Platonica Erotica walk into a bar, and the barman says, “please return my bears”.
PLATONICA EROTICA
Imagine every dust-jacket simile that tries to say a book is not so much a book as a meditation on something, and forget them. She’s a Roald-Dahl fairy godmother from the land before time who could trounce Spike and Petrie in a bar-fight. She's rude in songs in unimaginably witty ways. She is the God of singing karaoke to your crush in your imagination. She’s the headline. She and her band will change your life. 10 out of Bennin’ 10.
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JAMES MARTIN
We feel no offence in including someone whose doings and sayings have been a theme of wonderment to a generation or two. “It traverses the territory of performance art, trip-hop derivatives, and low-res vids of Glasto faves playing live with the BBC Phil to an audience of starved fowls, sometimes within the same song. It encompasses more than this: words are failing us. The King James Version is sometimes the best. James Martin shot the ghost of avant-pop with a crossbow made of hair. The dove fell to earth, whereupon he asked who made it symbol of his mystery.”
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BIANCA SCOUT
Bianca scout is a musician and dancer.
Her interstellar chords and still-lake skimming vocals invoke a collage of worlds that leave ripples in the recipient’s emotional pool.
Her ability to invite her listeners into an all-encompassing potentiality spores an eternity in a moment.
With stealthy stems conjuring a bitch-slap from an undeniable fog of existing conformity and whispers of an unspoken resting place where hope rises from the decay.
Welcomingly unnerving, Bianca scout addresses the non-addressed and societal under-the-carpet issues of our lamenting souls.
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Source: Windmill Brixton website
