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Black Bombaim teamed up with some friends (Isiah Mitchell, Shela and Rodrigo Amado) for a sun-blasted Portugues jam. Apparently this flaring psych-rock occurred in a garden outdoors, which may explain why the live recording ends with police intervention. Live At Casazul is pressed to 500 copies of black and orange swirl vinyl on Cardinal Fuzz.

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Live at Casazul by Black Bombaim 1 review. Add your own review. 8/10
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8/10 Staff review, 24 November 2015

Instead of hiring someone from behind the decks to capture this psychedelic conversation between friends, the crew behind ‘Live at Casazul’ nabbed recordings taken by an audience member, essentially coming out the other end with a crowdsourced live album. The team in question are Black Bombaim, Isaiah Mitchell, Ridrigo Amada and Shela, and while you might worry they’ve just decided to put out a bunch of scratchy, poor-quality jams, the sound is actually crisp enough to hear each band kicking ass at their respective station.

I don’t know how tight these folks are with each-other, but ‘Lvie at Casazul’ sounds extremely democratic, which each member’s parts shining through like a spotlight; bass grinds its way between long, squeaky guitar solos, while saxophone screeches and echoes outwards, heard as loudly as the rhythm section pounding away at it. As for the jam; it’s as immersive as you could expect a straight-line improv session to be, with no one stepping too far to the leftfield and the band ultimately sticking together as a unit, like Acid Mother’s Temple with the solos and secret discipline.

This happened outdoors, which I suppose accounts for its oft-spacey vibe; the band fire out echoing psych riffs, oscillate their guitars and use cyborg keys to keep things extra-terrestrial. Are there any multi-disciplined saxophonist astronauts? I hope so. The band come crashing down to reality as the record ends, with "police raiding the stage and pulling off Isaiah's guitar cable from the amplifier". Decorum most inappropriate for space hypnosis.


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