Connan Mockasin, gig review: 'Psychedelia comes wreathed in dry-ice cool'
Shepherds Bush Empire, London
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Connan Mockasin has been on just such a quest since 2010 debut album Forever Dolphin Love, though last year's follow-up Caramel brings a lustful sensuality to his patiently evolving excursions.
The bleached-blonde performer reminds us psych and r'n'b were once closely knit, as with his hero Jimi Hendrix, something best demonstrated when he has the crowd cooing “I wanna roll with you”.
The night gets genuinely disturbing when Mockasin feigns slapping his female backing singer, who then sobs through the mainly instrumental 'Why Are You Crying?' Otherwise, he is charming company, appearing genuinely chuffed to be filling this theatre with his whimsies.
Mockasin's unfamiliarity with such a venue shows as the bedding incident is unseen by most. He makes better use of the space by unfurling unhurried, bluesy guitar over his bandmate's bubbing, dubby basslines. Though when another, Japanese, female vocalist materialises from under his blanket, that is a bonus.
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