Tayisha Busay is the sort of outfit that makes you want to dream up crazy subgenres all day. Nu Hyphy? Cheese-glam? Spandexcore? Pizzatronica? Houserobics? Ass Wave? Check out their album cover and you’ll see three artists who have carved out a pretty crazy niche. Kegs, kones, kicks; rainbows, ringtones, rim-jobs; hotdogs, hamburgers, hoagies; and dance, dance, dance! Their EP Shock-Woo! serves up "Trenta"-sized helpings of clubby beats and sing-along absurdity designed to get the party started.
"Tonite" could well be the group’s theme song (though "WTF you doin’ in my mouth?" is a close second), a trim ‘80s club ditty that’s tighter than an aerobics instructor’s ass. A pulsating synth bobs and weaves over an electronic beat while TB revels in the redemptive thrills of the club scene. "Soul Power" brings it on back to the ‘70s with disco progressions and diva diatribes. Brandon LA LA Vek busts out the old skool raps, rhyming "absurd" with "turd". The vocals are mostly delivered in a party-approved call-and-response style that invites more mayhem and happy havoc than the back of the school bus. The mix towards the end "French Song (Nite Club Remix)" sounds like a spoof of your favorite goofy Euro-trash club hit: all breakdowns and breathy come-ons.
Click here for photos of Tayisha Busay at 2011 Northside Festival in Brooklyn, NY in the QRO Concert Photo Gallery
Click here for photos of Tayisha Busay at 2010 Northside in the QRO Concert Photo Gallery
Tayisha Busay is a connoisseur of excess: ‘70s, ‘80s, ‘90s, whatever. They’ve raided everyone’s ‘What-Was-I-Thinking?!’ photo album and assembled the bad haircuts, sparkles, and bellbottoms into Shock-Woo!. The average North Dakotan farmhand is probably not going to ‘feel’ the rainbow unicorn aesthetic (the only party that TB doesn’t rock is the Tea Party). In fact, he’ll probably dissect the band name for signs of the apocalypse (Tayisha Busay = Yay Ass Bituh, I Say Buy Hats, Busy Shit Yaaa, USA Is Ya Hat B, Thus I Say Aba, I Say U Say Butah). Happily the tripped-out trio calls Brooklyn "Home, Sweet Home", not the heartland. The borough, always in danger of taking its indie too seriously, should welcome this ass-shakin’ antidote to pretension. Now let’s dance!
MP3 Stream: "WTF you doin in my mouth?"
