Art Bleek - Art Supplies (Loungin’)

Despite being the other half of one of the coolest comedic duos of the last decade, Howard Moon or Julian Barratt (whichever takes your fancy) hasn’t really given jazz the best outlook through his flowery t shirts, geography teacher shorts and porn star moustache. It’s almost as bad as James Blunt advertising the beauty of acoustic chart pop…oh wait...

Released Feb 4th, 2011 via Loungin’ / By Alex Yau
Art Bleek - Art Supplies (Loungin’) But there could be light at the end of that finger snapping and jazz hand waving tunnel. There have been a lot of revivals and newcomers of late. From the floppy haired, large knit jumper (more than Doctor Who can shake a T.A.R.D.I.S at) eighties revival to the ethereal and spectral nature of witch house, we may yet to unexpectedly see masses of scenesters donning that archetypal jazz imagery of suits and trilby’s whilst frequenting coffee bars spitting out random jazz licks. So of course it takes an artist to fully embrace the style, especially from a young age. Art Bleek’s Art Supplies combines jazz, hip hop and soul in one neat package. It’s Miles Davis meets Jay Z. It’s Cab Calloway meets Prince. It’s all that jaaaaaaaaaazzzzzz without Moon’s embarrassing image.

Bleek’s musical sensibilities ooze out a brazen charm and sexiness. Imagine chilling in a Jacuzzi at the playboy mansion, cocktail in one hand, initiating some sort of relaxed conversation with Hugh Heffner. 'Into Knowledge' regards making up for mistakes (“Mistakes you made, you can’t evade, now it must all be paid”). It’s the cool swaggering beats of Stylo merging with the nonchalant flow of Jamiroqaui. 'Night Nurse' concerns anger (“I hate that I know you”). This isn’t the medicine you all know, instead its one that builds up inside of you like a boiling pot of violence before overflowing and burning anyone who dare comes near. 'Confident' is the narrative wit of Cocker as an O.A.P but still containing an element of sexual voraciousness. Friends though its mellowed reassuring keys and thick robotic bass recalls the deep, soulful croons of Anthony Hegarty but ready to go out and boogie on a Saturday night.

It’s sexy, it’s charming and it’s certainly the total opposite of what Art’s name suggests.