After the jump you can totally, virtually share in that magical experience with me by listening to three hand-picked Wild Belle videos for tracks from the band’s Top-10-list worthy 2013 debut LP, Isles, which plays off the deck like a sonic combination of good weed, good sex, good ears and vintage gear and great grabs from Joe Strummer’s record collection.
If you’re like me and you totally dig the smooth, sensual sound of the Chicago-bred brother-sister duo’s expertly arranged dub- and calypso-tinged, lush, lusty, pine-y songs about puppy love and other hot probs, consider going to check ‘em out at 12th & Porter, where the band plays with openers Snowmine (from Brooklyn) and Buffalo Rodeo (from Bowling Green) tomorrow night.
It’ll take years to undo the musical horrors and aesthetic havoc that date-rape-y bro bands like Sublime and 311 reaped on reggae music, stigmatizing the genre in the eyes of young, budding hipsters who are afraid to touch anything potentially uncool with a 10-foot pole. Which is where Wild Belle comes in. Seriously, dawgs, it’s about fucking time a super-sleek, uber-chic, cucumber-cool, bohemian, indie art-pop duo righteously appropriated rocksteady sounds. Dig it.