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Ponderous is possibly the wrong word. But for some, that sums up the music of Fat Freddys Drop. Especially the Wellington band's live experience, where often it takes 30 minutes of meandering intro before you get down to bobbing around blissfully. Some punters just don't have the patience.
Yet it's a powerful thing when bands meditate and linger on songs - everyone from Black Sabbath to Burial do it masterfully and, depending on your tolerance levels, Fat Freddys are also fine exponents of this.
There are plenty of lovely lingering moments of soulful reggae dancefloor jamming on
Dr Boondigga & The Big BW
, the long awaited follow-up to the 120,000-plus selling debut
Based On A True Story
from 2005. It's 70 minutes long with just nine tracks but compared to the band's sprawling live show it's a honed and focused beast.
And while it's not as catchy as their debut, it's more sonically diverse. Two tracks in particular - the echoing throb of 10-minute long
and the jaunty mechanical dub of
- make the album distinct from
Based On A True Story
. They're both dancefloor fillers, as if beat-maker Mu (real name Chris Faiumu) has stepped back in time to when he used to haunt the seedy clubs of the capital in the early 90s.
Wind reveals a stealth German influence,
is the stand-out with singer Dallas Tamaira's smoky lilt riding above a pulsing old-school techno beat, before some warm quavering brass brings it to a close.
Lyrically Tamaira continues to be more about repetitive soulful mantras than coming up with anything profound. Two of his best include: "And though my people may not be many we are ready to be strong as one" on
, and "Something cookin' in the kitchen tonight" on brassy foodlovers anthem
There's nothing quite as bouncy as
sounds more light and breezy compared to the rumbling bass undercurrent of the first album. Opener
sits somewhere between the
soul of D'Angelo and mellow Miles Davis;
starts out as Hall & Oates-style soul, escalating into a trance before giving way to a hushed end; and
has a brassy, kick-along reggae chink.
It's an album that's beautifully cruisy, at times uplifting, and, if you're patient, it occasionally gives you the shivers, man.