Jackfruit funked it up. Period.

Batting cleanup in a town fittingly called “No Fun-Couver” can often lead to empty clubs and disappointed musicians. Tonight, the handful of die-hards who stuck around till the wee hours got a crazy treat; a little piece of Jackfruit.

There’s no guitar, but keyboardist Ian Lamont, who looks as though he robbed a Radioshack with all the gear he’s packin’, more than accommodated 3, count ‘em 3 keyboards! He probably could have used an extra hand, but on second thought, a glow stick somehow bounced onto the stage and literally struck a chord! It’s a sign that everything was going right, because the toss landed in key! Huh?

Now onto singer/pelvic thruster Christopher Berry. His presence onstage was like that of a wild stallion in a polyester shirt. Galloping around, winking at the fillies in the front row, and flashing those big chompers, this dude was like Hawksley Workman on speed; the vocal stylings of Serj Tankian with the eccentricities of a David Byrne. Throwing in theatrics can be a bit ‘much’ at times, but fans of the zany will enjoy the slap bass-tastic rhythms and funky, chunky sheep bleats and circus-style celebration that can only be described as Jackfruit. - myspace.com/jackfruit

POSTED BY NATHAN STAFFORD from Richards on Richards February 6/2009