***Rotten Grillz***
live:
Ceschi & Bleubird (Fake Four/US)
Arcee (NZ)
DJ Support: Toomassive, Mark Boombastik, Phonkycool & h.heh
Ceschi
Ceschi (pronounced Chess-key) Ramos has been in a lot of bands. There’s the experimental post-psych-rock-hop-jazz-fusion outfit Anonymous Inc.started in the mid 1990s with his brother David, the genre-defying latin progressive group Toca which collaborated with everyone from Busdriver to Aceyalone, HardcoreMetal band Dead by Wednesday, the lo-fi synth pop group with Blue Sky
Black Death called Deadpan Darling, the Crunk-rap crew Knuck Feast and many more that he may or may not own up to. But most of us know Ceschi Ramos best as a one man band. Drawing from the experience of these groups, he ignites crowds around the world with simply his acoustic guitar, a laptop and the bravado of his dynamic voice. From quiet and playful indie folk ditties to literally
pushing the audience, spitting fast-chopping raps; Ceschi embodies the spirit of a true showman - proving to us that one man can do it all. He’s spent the last four years since the release of his acclaimed They Hate Francisco False honing these skills and collaborating with an innumerable amount of today’s most talented MC’s, producers and artists of all genres. He’s toured America, Europe and Japan with independent hip-hop heroes such as Myka 9, Awol One, Sole and OnryOzzborn and even created his own successful record label -Fake Four, Inc.-
that these artists now call home. All the while, he still found time to play in those aforementioned many genred bands.
Bleubird:
Growing up in a place where nothing "cool” happens unless you make it happen
forces you to develop a certain kind of drive. Raised under a NO BULLSHIT
immigrant father and hippie mother who allowed their son to freely bump Poison Clan and Circle Jerks at a very early age. With an older brother who taught him to love BASS Music, and a neighbor who taught him to skate, fight, and make bombs, Bleubird raps from an interesting perspective. He caught the tail end of the "Indie Rap” wave and managed to ride it throughout the world until it crash
-landed him back home in South Florida where he was happy to embrace his roots and welcome the maddening sun blotto. Mike Patton once called him stupid and one time, in a cab in Zagreb, Kevin Martin told him he cusses WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH. He neither looks nor acts his age, it is impossible to put him in a box or keep him standing still for more than a moment, and his vast catalog of diverse music speaks for itself
Eintritt: 10.00 € | Eintritt VVK: 8.35 €
| Open: 21:00 | Start: 22:00
