Bellydancer - Figli di Madre Ignota


Music and food are often compared when alluding to an individual’s capacity for adventure. Indeed, the two consumables seem to follow similar arcs. In Vancouver, fusion eating is all the rage and I hope that bodes well for the global musical fusions we promote through our media, although I think my ears are more adventurous than my stomach. I’m not totally ready for Japanese hotdogs or Korean tacos yet. Some things are sacred. As well, some fusions, whether edible or listenable, simply miss the mark because they haven’t been well-executed while others are inspired in their design. You should really follow Figli di Madre Ignota on Twitter, if only to see how they describe their music; “The Spaghetti Balkan, Oriental Garage, Mediterranean Metropolitan band”. Now that’s a fusion you can really sink your teeth into. The six piece from Milano, Italy pack their new album, Bellydancer with a cornucopia of musical flavors thundering on a foundation of pure dance aggression. Figli di Madre Ignota (Children of an Unknown Mother) revel in the diversity of their sound. As they explain, “The ‘bellydancer’ is an expression of a tradition and at the same time an attraction of the ethnic restaurant round your block, a concept (a suggestion) that can be placed wherever at will, disconnected from the context but still having its own identity and a strong connotation: a neon sign on an exchangeable background. In this perspective, Bellydancer is a genuine snapshot of our shows, in which we favor the “indiscriminate danceable aggression”. While indiscriminate, their music is razor-sharp and punchy, bursting with shots of Balkan brass between funk-laden grooves, with dashes of klezmer, polka, surf twang and even the influence of the Tarantella from their own unique spot in the Mediterranean. Produced with both polish and edge, Bellydancer is wonderfully irreverent and seems to play right into the music/food analogy. Songs like Tagliatella Punk which chants through a menu of delicious Italian specialties, Sex Music Pasta which endorses a lifestyle of peace, love, sex, music and pasta, and an instant favorite, Vegan In The Fridge which takes a good poke at vegans, Klansmen, Dianetics and Christian conservatives. The title track is hooky, hopelessly groovy and cooks up all the crazy ingredients Figli di Madre Ignota brings to the table. It’s even sung in English for the delicate palettes that are still squeamish about plunging headlong into fusion.