Botticelli Baby

Flash! Trip! Kick! A live dose of Botticelli Baby means sweat-soaked hair, sore muscles the next morning, and a grin you can't shake! How do you prepare? You don't. You show up as you are and let loose.

To pull off a sound that can only be described as a collision of jazz, punk, blues, folk, and pop, you need exactly seven ingredients - seven musicians with their instruments.

When this band takes the stage, it's a full-on frenzy. The seven of them move like one fused, indestructible unit - and yet completely chaotic. Every instrument brings its own raw power, pushing the whole machine on a mission to ecstasy somewhere on a distant planet. Where exactly? Nobody remembers after the show.

Then - bang! - a fruity wall of sound explodes, suddenly locks into a tight alliance, and gets hurled straight into the already-dropped jaws of an equally sweaty crowd. Precise as a hole-in-one. Sounds like an exaggeration? Maybe - but anyone who's been there knows exactly what this means.

The band has a gift for bringing a kind of healthy, long-missed grit back into jazz. Audiences across the Czech Republic, Germany, Spain, and Portugal have been rubbing themselves in it ever since. Internally - and as the title of their second album - the seven call their sound "JUNK". Whether you rub it in, swallow it whole, or dive straight into the middle is up to you. Either way, it's a guaranteed kick-start for legs that forgot how to dance.