“In a New York City nightclub, a skinny little Caucasian whose waterfall hairstyle and set of snout and lips make him look like a sullen anteater takes the stage, backed up by a couple of guitarists, bass, horn section, drummer and bongos. Most of his back-up is black, and they know their stuff: it's pure James Brown funk, with just enough atonal accents to throw you off. The trombone player, in fact, looks familiar, and sounds amazing: you look a bit closer, and of course, that's Joseph Bowie, bother of Lester, both of them avant-garde jazzmen of repute. ...”
2008 August: Lester Bangs, 2010 April: Creem, 2012 November: Astral Weeks by Lester Bangs, 2016 February: Mainlines, Blood Feasts, And Bad Taste: A Lester Bangs Reader (2003)
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