Cupp Cave - Garbage Pail Beats [TH!N08]

Francis bakes his beats by the dozen. Both his previous efforts on Carte Postale were filed under the Kingfisherg moniker - which leads me to believe that Francis skived spelling in primary. This is his first as Cupp Cave. His Garbage Pail Beats are a rump-shaking, head-nodding, feet-shuffling slap in the face, one for the crate-diggers and glitch-lovers. Think nice crunchy gravel. Think big, red, 8-bit family sedan. Think wearing sunglasses sitting in the passenger seat with the window open. Think sunshine. Thump, thump, clap; Cupp Cave is guaranteed Hennessy-free.

There’s something quixotic about Francis. His world is inhabited by improbable vegetarian Texan zombies on Mexican mushrooms, all thumbs and two left feet. They build those head-nodding toys for feet-shuffling kids. Terry Gilliam is their leader. He’s wearing those red & blue cardboard glasses we were told were 3d when we were kids. He’s hammered on cough syrup. He says he’s making a remake of A Fistful of Dollars. But he’s only got a Polaroid. Drink from my cup he says, with his regal tone, king-sized and street-wise - an easy task you might say when you can count your streets with both your hands - as he rolls them out, lazy beat by hazy bleep. I feel like Don King. I feel like chewing on a wafer. This colour’s not right. Everything’s plastic.

Cupp Cave will be performing live on Radio Campus' excellent Léfésonor show this Saturday from 19h30 to 21h

tune in to 92.1 FM for those of you living in Brussels [& provided the wind's blowing in the right direction...] or listen to it in streaming in mp3 or ogg for those of you who are more technologically aware

think nice crunchy gravel

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