Farmers Market - Slav To The Rhythm
An unexpected side-effect of global warming for the Scandinavian water supply is the seemingly increasing propensity for utterly bonkers fusionists from the subarctic nations – or perhaps Funkadelic’s Maggot Brain has recently been reissued in a Wayne’s World-esque Frampton Comes Alive local government scheme. Whatever the rationale, Norwegian natives Farmers Market take up the challenge from the mysterious and wonderfully mad 2012 breakouts Goat, in fusing free-jazz, funk, 80s cock-rock and folk drawn from Lithuania to Laos and back again in equal measure - all of which come together like a musical Megazord for a collection of songs that are both utterly bonkers and often quite brilliant.
Whilst the plethora of vintage-sounding instrumentation and production is occasionally distracting, and certain portions undeniably reek of so much cheese as to be aural wheels of Stinking Bishop, it all eventually becomes part of the charm, earned by the often extraordinary musicianship on display, and the fruit of such talent is a record of simply extraordinary colour, grandiosity and fun. Farmers Market stick out like a sore thumb in a world of po-faced indie rock groups and braggadocio-enamoured hip-hop superstars, but the thumb is pointing all the way up – their live show must be a treat.