JAZZ BRAK

Every time another speeding ticket lands in the post, my partner reacts in exactly the same way: “Have you been listening to ‘Autofocus’ by JAZZ BRAK while driving again?”.  What do you expect? The opening track ‘Draak op de backpiece’ hasn’t even been playing for twenty seconds and the speed cameras already know where to find us. Too much energy, too much of a buzz, too brilliant. You know Jazz Brak. Of course you know Jazz Brak. You’ve already seen him with us, at the AB, at Pukkelpop. With Jazz Brak, beats and raps sound more like the little devils from Hitchcock’s “The Birds” than the great tits in your garden. A Jazz Brak concert is therefore not an option for a Sunday afternoon dance at the Catholic Working Women’s Senior Citizens’ Club. We suspect the old ladies would promptly throw up jazz.  Throw him into his natural habitat, however, amongst seasoned hip-hop fans, amongst the youth, for anyone with enough flexibility left in their muscles to let their hair down, and you’re guaranteed to be served up some Brussels-style magic. Arms flying through the air like streamers, mosh pits to the beat of tight hip-hop, vocal cords begging for a couple of litres of hot tea the next day. Jazz Brak is set to test the foundations of our Club for early signs of concrete rot on Thursday 6 August. Afterwards, we’ll find a spot where we can do half an hour of yoga – it’ll no doubt save us a speeding fine.