As a dude primarily concerned with discovering the second coming of rock ‘n’ roll, I try not to get sidetracked by music like this. Some things are meant to go together, like rain and a lazy Saturday spring evening in Brooklyn, a supped-up Chevy van and some fine reefer, and burgers, beers, AC/DC, and me—a complex balance between yin and yang. Unfortunately, I just can’t jive with this.
The Baby Namboos play a style of laid back, cell phone and trendy black leather jacketed “International Set” trippy funk, or trip-hop, if you must, yet not as sexy as Portishead, nor as mesmerizing as Massive Attack. Perhaps it is due to one of the band members’ blood relation to Tricky (they’re cousins), or their attachment to the “Bristol Sound,” because this group seem to be sure of what they are doing, and for that they get an obligatory pat on the back. However, I’ve already got a copy of DJ Shadow’s Endtroducing somewhere, and the aforementioned bands are easily accessible, and somewhat better than the Namboos. Besides, if I must get down, I’d rather whip out my well-worn copy of Eazy-E’s It’s On (187 Um Dre Killa), and just get locked into those grooves.