The Recks at Mr Wolf's on Thursday 23rd May 2019Posted on: 20 May 2019
Mr Wolf's. Yep, they're at it again hosting a banging night of music on Thursday 23rd May 2019 - this time in the form of multi-genre schizophrenic folk outfit The Recks, The High Points and DJ Asian Hawk.
Firstly, though, to The Recks; that madcap, musically mind-bending meld with a repertoire that crosses over as many genres of musical crossovers as you could imagine. Folk, yep. Gypsy jazz, naturally. Hip-hop, of course. Indie, goes without saying. Rock, need we say more? Reggae, unquestionably.
A funky, fiery five-piece that breaks musical boundaries, they might hail from the Isle of Sark in the Channel Islands but they conquer every venue they play at. Brain-busting, genre-bending and unlike anything you've ever seen, these "kings of schizophrenic rock" are sure to get the party started and liven up Mr Wolf's even more than usual.
Hailing from Manchester, The High Points are a unique blend of indie, funk and disco, with a sound that brilliantly fuses alternative rock with 60's pop and psychedelic guitar sounds.
Following the bands, turntablism (yes, it's a real, proper word) will commence from the dexterous, vinyl-spinning hands of Asian Hawk, who will keep the party moods and vibes going from midnight until the early hours. So, it looks as though it's going to another corker from those awesome ambassadors of Bristol-based musical magnficence, championing the very best in the city's live music and DJs 7-nights a week.
It all kicks off at 8pm. You can get the lowdown of everything that's coming up at Mr Wolf's here.
Mr Wolf's is located at 32 St Nicholas St, Bristol, BS1 1TG. Tel. 07911752892
Jamie is a writer, blogger, journalist, critic, film fan, soundtrack nerd and all-round Bristolian good egg. He loves the music of Philip Glass, the art of Salvador Dali, the writings of Charles Bukowksi and Hunter S Thompson, the irreverence of Harry Hill, and the timeless, straw-chomping exuberance of The Wurzels. You can sometimes find him railing against a surging tide of passing cyclists, or gorging himself senseless on the Oriental delights of a Cosmos all-you-can-eat buffet.