Melt Yourself Down

Imagine, say, a hot, vibrating country, with a sea to the north, desert to the south, jungle to the east, mystery to the west. At the no-mans-land heart of the fast, bothered capital city, salvation - a club, bar, dive. Approach with caution, for the production of pleasure, and wild nights.

Will there really be a morning?

The dedicated house band, Melt Yourself Down, blasting the four walls, a skittish, kinetic six of them, stars in their eyes, done with the compass, firing off in all directions at once, in total control, working up to breaking point, playing all the senses, leaving port, go, go.

Give and take. Functional and spiritual. Call and response. Stop and start. Near and far. Back and forward.

"Someone contact the Mercury prize people: jazz just went bananas." - 4/5 The Guardian

"This is visceral music at its best. They are the live event of the year, hands up" - Artrocker

"The collectives strength lies in their snakelike energy: all coiled muscle, hypnotic sway and dangerous unpredictability" - 4/5 The Daily Telegraph

MELT YOURSELF DOWN IS:

Pete Wareham (saxophone)

Shabaka Hutchings (saxophone)

Tom Skinner (drums)

Ruth Goller (bass)

Kushal Gaya (vocals)

Satin Singh (percussion)