Last night I went to see the Jonathan Bratoeff quartet play at the Spice of Life pub just off Cambridge Circus. The gig was part of the Fire Collective festival currently taking place in London. It was evening of smooth licks, furious drumming and some fantastic facial expressions. I'm a big believer of musicians who pull funny faces whilst playing, I myself was always mocked for the strange pout I end up doing, but I think it's a great tool of expression. Bratoeff, however is in a different league all together, I was mesmerised by the way he used his mouth to imitate every note he made in true scat fashion, all the bee bops, dee dops, buh boo buh's stole the show.
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