TASHA KAME...who knows how, or why, musicians find each other.  If there was rhyme and reason to that riddle of life, then everyone would be paired off with insufferably boring functional combinations and every last ounce of potential grey area collaboration would've been lost in the 'instant-fit.'

             So again, I have no idea how a London-based guitarist who embraces the spaces, squeezes the fret with fury and (and who hung with The Orb's Alex Patterson) found a bona-fide richly soul-soaked Garifuna-American singer with sass, fire and swagger who both found a tall cool lanky London 4-slinger with his rocker-psychobilly-pop hips bashing off his bass. I mean, yes, I can see how it might've happened, because it did happen...but on paper, the musical marriage of Kevin North, Kaylah Marin and John Brooder didn't especially make sense. As for Steven Fox, the original minimal-kit-maximum bash drummer who helped under-pin the sound as it came together, well, put it this way; Fox could have George Bush, Pol Pot and the Dali Lama for dinner with all of them having a blast.      So yeah yeah, Kev knew Jon from London, he'd met Kayla and got her involved in some recording too, and Kev, Jon and Fox had been together in a brilliant electronic-rooted act called Riots Of Boredom, but trust me, this was never a comfy cosy group who would've been friends without their obvious musical synergy. No.  What brought them together, as it does so many great bands, was the music.  And with Tasha Kame, it is ONLY about the music. It isn't about flash and bang, it isn't about unnecessary fills or parts, it isn't about anything other than that indelible line between your head and your hips, the one which forces them to move, the one which is informed by the heart. Tasha Kame's passion and depth lies in it's purity. They love what they do, they slide into it and wear it to the bone whether there's 10 or 1000 people watching, because for Tasha Kame it's something they need to do. I mean, North knows guitars. He really knows them. He's like one of those crazy 70s guys, he's like Peter Green and Paul Kossoff in a big fight with Eddie Cochran and Jimmy Page, and frankly, he's too old to arse about pretending to be one of those wanky 'guitar heroes', no, he just wants to peel the notes, feel the notes and live the notes with whoever else is interested. Kaylah has a voice which pretty much defies any feeble attempt I could conjure to describe it, needless to say I personally think Aretha Franklin would get a kick out of the smoke and soul in her lungs, and Brooder is driven by the rhythm, it feeds him, informs him and thus he wraps his bass warmly around it all. 
      Steve Fox moved on, an old friend always welcome, but in Mike McCoy ( a 20 year Bay Area blues-gospel drummer) and Bay Area sticksman Eric Nelson I'm sure Tasha Kame have found the right people to come in and flow with the vibe.

    They're honest and they're rich...they're rich and they're good...and Tasha Kame always invite you to get lost in the music with them, whether it be on their debut album (available on iTunes) or their live show.

   It's a pure escape created by pure people who are driven by a very simple need to play and record. That might sound pretty basic to you, but look around and think again. Because it isn't. The world is full of chancers and illusionists, bullshitters and liars, and worst of all, musicians who deep down don't actually give a shit. Tasha Kame do. You owe yourself a slice of their passion.

--Steffan Chirazi 2013

So What! editor (Metallica)