Master Musicians of Bukkake at the Biltmore

We respect all sexual proclivities around here. Really, we do. But having said that, we view the practice of bukkake as a symbol of how deeply, deeply fucked our species is. If you don’t know what bukkake is, do yourself a favour and hang on to your blissful ignorance. If you do know what it is, console yourself with the fact that, like dirty snowballs, successful threesomes, and guys who look like Ron Jeremy getting blown by lithe 18-year-olds, it’s a porn thing that doesn’t happen in real life. None of that really has anything to do with Master Musicians of Bukkake, apart from a play on words that also references the Moroccan Sufi group Master Musicians of Joujouka. Like their sort-of namesake, the Seattle Master Musicians—who play the Biltmore on Friday (July 6)—specialize in trance-inducing drones, but theirs are spiked with careening postrock guitars and krautrock beats. The result sounds like a blissful waking dream punctuated by the occasional horrifying flashback—like to that bad acid trip you had back in the Summer of Drugs, or that bukkake party you once attended, innocently thinking you were about to feast on Japanese noodle dishes.