As far as musical devotion, Funk is certainly the shrine at which Karl Hector and The Malcouns worship first and foremost. But their musical palette is a diverse, chaotic one, and muddled with a mosaic of different musical tastes. So…don’t start running for your predictable verse/chorus/verse pop yet: this is an anarchy of the good kind, a delectable kind of disorder that even the most hard-assed funn-duddys will find it impossible to resist (more likely if under the influence of illegal substances and/or alcohol). Listening to the somewhat tried-and-true reggae and boogie stylings of Hector, however, the more middle-eastern flavor that’s really the centerpiece of the band’s sound could go entirely unnoticed. It goes without saying that they’re extremely talented, weaving in and out of that vaguely Ravi Shankar-esque-pseudo-sitar-sounding melodies, with some acid jazz and psychedelic riffs and what sounds like a nodding off Buddy Rich behind the skins. But again, I might emphasize that the more you listen, the more you appreciate them. It’s a hundred-miles-an-hour impromptu free for all, but also an afrocentric-tinged party that sounds like The Animals or even a Grateful Dead style jam session at times. And well worth listening to should you have the patience. Sample yourself some now at Red Bull Music Academy Radio.