The Further Adventures of FatBoy and JiveTurkey

The Further Adventures of FatBoy and JiveTurkey

Somewhere between the crossroads and the graveyard… where the wind hums old gospel and the dirt remembers every sin… THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF FATBOY AND JIVETURKEY... They don’t just play music — they summon it. Led by the spellbinding voice of Benjamin Hall, a man with a voice like honey over razor blades, this band digs deep into the American soul, then drags it back out, howling. Acoustic blues, smoky jazz, backwoods country — all wrapped in the rusted chains of rhythm and haunted harmony. And then... there are the horns. A hell-blasted horn section, blaring like a funeral parade in a town that forgot how to die — they don't just back the band… they drive it forward like a possessed Cadillac on a midnight run. “One note and you're hooked. Two notes and you're marked.” The Further Adventures of FatBoy and JiveTurkey isn’t a concert. It’s a ritual. Clap your hands if you dare — but don’t say we didn’t warn you.