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A little music lover looks natural to all those hipster bands that the BBC have been renamed to the promises of 2011: Anna Calvi, Esben And The Witch, The Vaccines, Mona, Yuck, Clare Maguire - all they soon along the Dutch venues. Who you see are not on that list is Jeff garage duo The Brotherhood of Nashville, which is tonight at Paradiso. And that's not for nothing.
With his gaze on infinity is singer / guitarist Jake Orrall through the audience in the basement (!) of Paradiso. While his drumming brother Jamin brisk slap Jake goes to his knees on to play the guitar. The audience (fifty thousand strong, a very good turnout for this unknown band. The entrance for this show and then from indie press Wye Oak in the upstairs room is also free) is a little awkward to watch. In front are two guys care from their roof to go on Jake's drawling guitar riffs. Jake's OOR still photographer for a little longer in his rock pose sit still with that same look in his eyes. Jake is the king of cool, it runs a few times tonight by the public and is even a little on the bar to rock.
The repertoire is to debut Heavy Days especially remember the late eighties garage / grunge in Mudhoney, with the more uptempo songs nods to the Ramones (where Jake did not look bad with his long, lank hair). Here and there a dirty solo over and to top it off everything is closed plastered with a thick layer of fuzz. On stage stretch they stuff things: they open with a ten-minute, almost against stoner-leaning jam - perhaps not the wisest move for a show with open, especially since they really have short garagepopstampers (Heavy Days , Bone Jam, U Got The Look) that are better to handle. But you have it digg of course: those swampy, drawn-out riffs, it is sometimes difficult to distinguish head from tail. But fear not: your reporter thickly this better than anyone.
But the BBC's list, the duo (now even a cool 12-inch release from cult to the Third Man Records label fan of Jack Black) a sausage being. These brothers (both were ex-Be Your Own Pet) are in thought somewhere in a desert rock with huge amplifiers behind him as the sun slowly sets. Sunglasses. That kind of work. This is not the new indie-revelation, but Jeff The Brotherhood would just look the coolest cult band of the year can be!