- Article by: Sean Maloney
- Posted: 08/09/2012
If you ever get the chance, spend some time courting a world music DJ. We did it once and it's still paying out dividends! No seriously, even if she's like, “Nope, we're stopping at second base because I'm Malaysian aristocracy and you're some weird punk rock dude with little-to-no job prospects and there's no way I would ever even entertain the suggestion of the notion of you putting that in there,” keep on courting! Stick with it, if only for the free CDs that are bound to be left around your house / in your car. But the chances of you ending up with an album as bad ass as the Antibalas debut are slim to none, so maybe you should just read record reviews and hold out for somebody that puts out.
Ten years on, we've forgotten the girl's name – it had vowels, but that's about it – and we've stopped sleeping with people solely for access to their record collections but we're still listening to Antibalas. Take that, aristocracy! Keep your cock-blocking social mores! Antibalas' self-titled new record on the ever-righteous Daptone Records finds the band in top form after a five year hiatus from the studio. Hell, it's better than top form. From the opening drum break of “Dirty Money” to the keyboard solo at the heart of “Ibeji,” Antibalas remind the world why they are the best of the Afro-funk jet set. Also, totally worth a case of blue balls back in the early days of the Bush 2 era.