Son of Dave makes a formidable racket. He brings the Blues kicking and howling into the 21st Century without thievery or pretension, creating funky ass Devil music with just his bear lips and hands.
It starts with a beat box amplified by an old Astatic microphone, the harmonica follows slow n' sexy and with a stomp of the foot a husky loop is captured. As the loop grinds away his vocal starts low and almost spoken whilst the harmonica sings and a groaning bass-line drops.
Self-tailored to his own thrifty standard, Son Of Dave dresses in impeccable gentleman's fashion from the 1950's. Seen alongside the modern day businessman, one wonders how things became so bland. His three-piece suits and wide brim Fedora set him aloft the crowd with an air of bygone dignity.
Manners and courtesy are most important to Son Of Dave. If you have something bad to say about someone, mutter it under your breath and make 'em work for Lucifer.
He grew up in a shed in Manitoba, Canada. His daddy, Dave, gave him a harmonica and shaker on Christmas 1971. The Koreans eventually developed a foot pedal for him to sample and loop himself.
A true bluesman Son Of Dave sings from the heart, bitter words of women, ditties of Hellhounds and tales of the good ol' Hollywood lifestyle. As the songs build he screams and howls the vocals between blazing harmonica solos and muttered obscenities.
He has played near five hundred shows on four continents in the last few years and picked up fans as mixed and varied as Grace Jones, Mark Lamarr, Jon Kennedy, Jools Holland, KT Tunstall and Supergrass whom he supported on tour around the UK in October.
Son of Dave has made his wishes and intentions known. He wants to make grown men cry, be more successful than the White Stripes, and scare off guitar driven dullness with sweet Devil music that no-one can resist.
Son Of Dave will be releasing his O2 album in the USA in September 2007 on Kartel, the management/label imprint that brought you Fat Freddy's Drop.