Their grandfather was Sam Cooke. Their father was Cecil Womack, their uncle was Bobby Womack, and that is an inheritance heavy enough that most people would either lean on it entirely or refuse to mention it. They have done neither.
Zeimani, Kucha and Bookie sing together the way only siblings raised inside a specific harmonic tradition can — the blend is not learned, it is structural. The material sits between old soul and something looser and more current, and live it stays deliberately unpolished; there is no click track holding it together, which means the tempo breathes and occasionally somebody laughs mid-phrase.
A Tuesday in Little Italy, in a room that holds a few hundred. Weeknight shows self-select for people who genuinely wanted to be there.
Doors at seven on Tuesday the eighth of December; they sing at eight.
Their grandfather was Sam Cooke. Their father was Cecil Womack, their uncle was Bobby Womack, and that is an inheritance heavy enough that most people would either lean on it entirely or refuse to mention it. They have done neither.
Zeimani, Kucha and Bookie sing together the way only siblings raised inside a specific harmonic tradition can — the blend is not learned, it is structural. The material sits between old soul and something looser and more current, and live it stays deliberately unpolished; there is no click track holding it together, which means the tempo breathes and occasionally somebody laughs mid-phrase.
A Tuesday in Little Italy, in a room that holds a few hundred. Weeknight shows self-select for people who genuinely wanted to be there.
Doors at seven on Tuesday the eighth of December; they sing at eight.
Their grandfather was Sam Cooke. Their father was Cecil Womack, their uncle was Bobby Womack, and that is an inheritance heavy enough that most people would either lean on it entirely or refuse to mention it. They have done neither.
Zeimani, Kucha and Bookie sing together the way only siblings raised inside a specific harmonic tradition can — the blend is not learned, it is structural. The material sits between old soul and something looser and more current, and live it stays deliberately unpolished; there is no click track holding it together, which means the tempo breathes and occasionally somebody laughs mid-phrase.
A Tuesday in Little Italy, in a room that holds a few hundred. Weeknight shows self-select for people who genuinely wanted to be there.
Doors at seven on Tuesday the eighth of December; they sing at eight.