Needing no introduction .... ladys and gents mr Babar Lucks new adventures in audio...

THEN.

4 years ago i moved to London village looking for something.... anything.... at some point in the first few months my good buddy Mr Sigh Stig gave me a copy of King Prawns Fried in London, and i wandered round this sugar coated arsehole of a city full of thousands and thousands of unhappy looking people doing chores they didn't want to be doing, as if in a river of dog shit itself. Of course i wasn't in the real London, not the Hackney's or Brixton's or Whitechapel's... they take a little longer to find..... but this was a pleasurable quest, sound tracked by various bands, but by one tune in particular, the Babar LUCK sung London Born, of course IM NOT......

but it felt pretty fooking fitting....

5 years later.. the Prawn have done their bit, 10 years of fierce independent existence.... producing painfully soulful and extreme wildstyle music... and then split, arms down... breath out.... chill....  maybe they will play again one day, im pretty sure none of the thousands or so people @ there farewell shows will let them leave this place without one last gig.. but as it stands, done.

 have a listened to this:

(hi-quality Mp3) 

LUCKFALK -> FIGHT GAME

tIME FOR THE nEW sTYLE

After seeing him a play these songs a couple of times and then listening to this cd almost constantly since he brought them round... i can say only this....

 Babar Luck is one of the most intense and refreshing human beings ive eva had the pleasure to meet, and based on this stark and raw 7 track E.p  i`l bet my last pound the nxt record he makes see's him hailed as the new Dylan.. ha ha!!! like he`d give a fuk....  these are back to the roots simple tales of regular folk and the day to day battles to keep on top.... serious and sinister and yet funny as fuk.... delivered straight to the point with acoustic guitars... rattles.. buzz`s.. damn.. ya can  hear his rings taking the varnish off his acoustic and of course the un manufacture-able  union of the two voices.. in the red corner, the unique East London tongue of a man who has done some serious listening in his time.. and in the blue corner miss Sandra Falk.... questioning lines.... and doubling up to  fill out the whole sound with wicked melodies, live she holds alot of the riffs down while Babar gestures, dances and spits home truths about the unsung hero's that walk past us every day.. how the guy that sells us veg at the market used to bare knuckle box in the back streets, the hustlers, the lovers and the spliff doctors.... wicked, wicked stories... and a perfect way to present them.. like after playing a big crazy loud as fuk show.... this is more like the intimate  little shows musicians only play to each other in a front room somewhere  when there's 12 people sleeping in one bed and ya ears are buzzing and all ya wanna hear is  some class A acoustic audio and words sung by someone ya believe in.

When all else fails i swear this E.P can sort ya head out, no matter how battered.

and we are proud too be involved in  spreading the wurd...

LUCKFALK is available for less than the price of a  pint in our record shop here.

and from time to time we`ll send them out randomly with other orders placed with unkle tourettes, the audio friendly chimp...... LUCKFALK will also be available from any S.O.C related shows in the future.. at least till they are all gone....

Keep ya eyes peeled for live shows around the country too..  i will try and keep ya posted on all musical activity from this rare and precious fella, inc  The Red Room gathering in London Town on Oct 2nd.

Lions eat lions too.

Hip Hop as fuk.