The night started off with me listening to my good friends, Yppah, outside the front door to Groundhall. Why? Because I didn’t have cash and the credit card machine was down, so I couldn’t get in. Boo. From what I heard, Yppah sounded great although, sadly I can’t comment much further than that, for the aforementioned reasons.
Eventually I was able to get in, thanks to the kindness and generosity of my devilishly handsome friend Metal Adam (thanks again – I owe you one!). Bonobo, with their deep basal tones, playful keys and nonstop horns, combined with Andreya’s raspy voice make this 7 piece the type of band you can’t help but bob your head, no matter what mood you’re in. Drum & sax solo with distortion on the sax! It’s not nearly as lame as it sounds. In short, Houston loves Bonobo and I think the feeling’s mutual.