As he will readily admit, Scratchy don't do jazz. Over many years now some of the best players in Europe have tried to bend his avowedly discerning ear to the subtle delights swinging below the streets of Soho, but oh no, he ain't having any.
Which is a shame as there is little slicker, daddy-o, than busying yourself around the house to the hip sound of the Coco Briaval Quartet, here represented by their 1968 offering, Lazy Night In Paris. Twelve tracks of continental cool beaming at you from the right side of the left bank, if you catch my drift.
Cards on the table now; this ain't Coltrane. And it's true to say that Django has a lot to answer for when it comes to this sort of thing, but hey! Coco Briaval has a charm of his own. Gypsy guitar filtered through the cigarette scented confidence of a city about to convulse in paroxisms of social and intellectual revolt. And let's face it, from my corner of the boulevard, when it comes to the soundtrack for student insurrection, this sure beats Rage Against The Machine.
Briaval continues to play, as far as I can tell, and there is a typical example of his craft posted here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtGaWJNOtqg
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