kitsch

There’s one man in the world that I’d like to meet in person. It’s Our Man From Odessa, OMFO: “It all started in a chaikhana somewhere in Central Asia. As I was enjoying a bowl of tea, suddenly the east of my brain started to send strange signals to my body. And then my vision of the world turned into the abstract motif of a Turkmen rug…”

Back to our usual programme, here’s a review I promised you before our holiday break, the new effort by Marc Ribot’s power trio Ceramic Dog, “Party Intellectuals” out on Pi Recordings.

I mentioned O.M.F.O. on Yesterday’s Balkan Beat Box post and I thought I should post a few tracks off his new album “We are the Shepherds“. I’ve rambled about Our Man from Odessa lots of times, his mixture of traditional asian and Turkmenic sounds with modern sounds in a kitsch way has even attracted the attention of Borat.

We had Senor Coconut in Istanbul 2 weeks ago and there was this guy playing after him, called O.M.F.O.. I first thought his name was Orko, then a few variations like OMFUG etc. quickly followed. But the real OMFG moment was when he began to play.

Stop press, a little break between the recent rock/indie features provided by who other than our favourite lass Kevy B. This is a silly electro-pop song, very raw synth brasses and downward weird-o (and funny) lyrics got me hooked, (I got a secret love // it’s my invisible rock) cheerful, but I’m pretty sure some of you will find it very kitsch and not like it.. oh well you can’t please everyone.. !