OK, first let’s do ATLANTA:

Whurd Up, Mang?

If you’ve got Comcast, and 16 minutes to spare, do this:
Hit the ‘on demand’ button, then choose the following options…

ON DEMAND>GET LOCAL>LOCAL MUSIC>BANDS ON DEMAND>JUDI CHICAGO

Then watch in amazement as Judi Chicago dribbles out of your screen like the Video Dead.
It’s on there for about 6 weeks, so don’t dilly dally.

Now LONDON:

Nuff Love, Blud!

We’re coming over to play a few shows in the UK from September 5 - 15. We’re at the Old Blue Last with Mumdance on Friday September 12, which will be absolutely the best show ever, and it’s FREE. If anyone has ideas for shows or even parties for us to perform or DJ at in the South East, drop us a message at judichicago@gmail.com

Be True to Your School, and Don’t Laugh at My Funk!

-P.G. Tripps, aka Jackmaster Junk

Nice review in Remix magazine this month:

View it at Remixmag.com here, or just read the following…

JUDI CHICAGO

Judi Chicago x 1,000,000 (Aljera)

Much-needed analog irony

It’s hard to tell if Travis Thatcher and Ben Coleman, aka Judi Chicago, approach their music or their lyrics with greater sarcasm, but their debut also shows a reverence for the dance-music clichés they send up. The Atlanta duo’s deadpanned rhymes follow Beck-like abstractions to odd and occasionally eloquent conclusions, and the beats reference early house, techno and electro while keeping it coarse around the edges. This concoction works well on hilariously tawdry opener “Jack Your Box” and no-wave workout “Mad Ape,” as everything gets delivered with a nod, a wink and some extra bite.— Noah Levine

-From the dispatches of P.G.Tripps (he frays but never rips).