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The
Gaffia
Doctor
Beaver
The
Judge
Geezer
The
ReverendThe Gaffa (keys)-
Sees all, knows all, says nothin’ but the last word. Cat-like vigilance from behind night-vision wrap-arounds. Previously employed as everything from safe-cracker to masseur. He got the touch so light its like feathers sayin’ a prayer over your soul, so fine its like velvet cream slidin’ over your skin, so sweet its like sugar angel tears weepin for joy over your heart. The man, the plan, your number one fan makin mental notes of your bad behaviour. Do not mess with the best because baby the best most certainly do not mess with the rest.
Doctor Beaver (kit)-
Our man in Havana. The rhythm doctor layin’ down diagnostic dance beats. What he don’t know about pharmaceuticals ain’t worth scribblin’ on the prescription pad. Holiday home in Columbia, lots of heavy friends called Carlos. White like an avengin’ angel. Aristocrat. Attache case, highball glass, rim-shots like the rat-a-tat-tat of an AK47.
The Judge (vocals)-
Knows the difference between right and wrong coz he found out the hard way. Intimate knowledge of certain legislature regarding prostitution, pimpin’, drug-traffickin’, jay-walkin, firearms and stayin’ out late. Crooned his way out of some fudgy moments and into your heart. Bustin moves, scattin’ grooves. Lifelong friend and confidante to some of the more notorious Italian families.
Geezer (bass)-
The rumble in the jungle. Bet most of his teeth in a wager with Mongolian arms dealers playin’ a little-known oriental card game similar to Blackjack. Strip club manager, conspiracy theorist. Bouncin’ psychedelic basslines like Bootsy Collins on heavy-duty hallucinagens. Twangs rhythm on your shakra. The Voodoo Guru.
The Reverend Beaver (percussion and bvs)-
Born again…and again…and again. In this incarnation you find him preachin’ the gospel according to Saint Funk. Previous to his epiphany a swamp-dredger from Arkansas with a creative take on cultivatin’ herbal remedies for all kinds of stress-related conditions. Speaks in tongues with the voice of an angel. Flings himself down at the feet of funk hollerin’ he ain’t humble. Be converted.