I’m in my default mode here. I’m late to the party, I have no idea what’s going on, but I approve. I guess. Sure, why not?
That’s Peps Persson. If you wiki him, you’re in for a treat, except that he’s dead. He’s apparently in the Swedish Music Hall of Fame. I’d mock the Swedish Music Hall of Fame, which has the notation “page does not exist,” but I’m not even in the Swedish Hall of Fame. That means Pers is one up on me, no matter how you count it. I love Peps “vibe.” He looks like he just rolled out of the back of a VW microbus to give you the peace sign and bum a few cigarettes. I’ll bet he had a “Röv, Gräs eller Kontanter” bumper sticker, too. Groovy, man.
Peps didn’t always play Malmo riddims, mahn. He started out in the seventies playing in a band called Blues Quality (page does not exist), or Pop Penders (page does not exist), or Peps Bloodsband (page does not exist), depending on who you ask online, performing what sounds to my ear like the love child of Muddy Waters and The Swedish Chef:
We need to mambo right past the fact that we’re listening to Swedish reggae. There’s no commentary I could offer that could do that concept justice. I wouldn’t mock Jamaicans for banging out toccatas by Dieterich Buxtehude, so let’s call it even.
The world is a fabulous place filled with all sorts of weird and wonderful people and things, and they don’t even charge admission, just slap your bottom to get your motor started.
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For the first time ever, Sipp, I beg to differ. That right there is Swedish Cajun, with a Skunk Baxter doppelgänger! All that’s missing is a sweet, sweet Granesso and a hyperactive little guy playing a tvättbräda! (Yes, I had to look all of that up)
My favorite genre mashup, however, has to be early Imelda May – Irish Rockabilly.
Let me join the long list of folks who are stalker-level joyous at your return!
Hiya Charles- Thanks for reading and commenting.