Mojo Juju and the Snake Oil Merchants
Burla Excerpt
(expanded article & drawings are in the relevant edition of the Burla)
You should catch Mojojuju and the Snakeoil Merchants. A caravan of feral gypsies and carnies channeling the Weltschmerz of half a dozen fallen aristocrats, the incandescent joy of deranged pychic mediums from the carnie diaspora, buskers, lovers and the possessed; they perform with maddening passion.
So many fine young itinerant talents traversing the landscape, banjos, guitars, saws and accordions in hand makes a festival spontaneously combust wherever they intersect..
Mojojuju and the snakeoil merchants, refined their exploits in the underworld of minstrelsy and their enchanted wanderings make dark deals on their audiences behalf. Spirits of love, desire, death and song rise up and play with them. The mask of comedy and the pants of gravity each find a place in this Novacastrian sect.
They urge you to rise from your chair; with or without skill, they urge you to rise and enjoy. Gently cajoling or swearing at the dying of the light, you will be a participant.
You are not made to feel that everyone else in the room is a qualified lindyhopper, the beat bids you sway, become just a little intoxicated with the snake oil, stomp, or if you wish, bob to the rhythm. The more perverse your dancing the better, shaking and quaking will not be discouraged in the church of the Juju gypsy spell. The music is made for it.
We have caught them at the Factory and the Underbelly, and we are pleased.
MojoJuju & the Snake Oil Merchants
(expanded article & drawings are in the relevant edition of the Burla)
You should catch Mojojuju and the Snakeoil Merchants. A caravan of feral gypsies and carnies channeling the Weltschmerz of half a dozen fallen aristocrats, the incandescent joy of deranged pychic mediums from the carnie diaspora, buskers, lovers and the possessed; they perform with maddening passion.
So many fine young itinerant talents traversing the landscape, banjos, guitars, saws and accordions in hand makes a festival spontaneously combust wherever they intersect..
Mojojuju and the snakeoil merchants, refined their exploits in the underworld of minstrelsy and their enchanted wanderings make dark deals on their audiences behalf. Spirits of love, desire, death and song rise up and play with them. The mask of comedy and the pants of gravity each find a place in this Novacastrian sect.
They urge you to rise from your chair; with or without skill, they urge you to rise and enjoy. Gently cajoling or swearing at the dying of the light, you will be a participant.
You are not made to feel that everyone else in the room is a qualified lindyhopper, the beat bids you sway, become just a little intoxicated with the snake oil, stomp, or if you wish, bob to the rhythm. The more perverse your dancing the better, shaking and quaking will not be discouraged in the church of the Juju gypsy spell. The music is made for it.
We have caught them at the Factory and the Underbelly, and we are pleased.
MojoJuju & the Snake Oil Merchants
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