Magic Jackson is a funk monster. Their fresh, yet familiar sound lends itself to a high energy live show full of hard hitting, slap yo' momma funk and thumpin' dance grooves that'll leave you sweaty and wanting more. Mr. Superfamouspersonguy once regarded Magic Jackson as, "The greatest band that ever lived, ever. Ever." Rolling Stoner calls Magic Jackson live, "A delightful experience. Even better than Maui Wowie."
Since the early 1960's, Magic Jackson has been melting faces with their brilliant tunes. It all started with four young boys from Liverpool, England who all had similar haircuts and the desire to rock. Two of these fellows, Jeff May and Justin Moore quickly became friends after they were involved in a pub fight that landed them both in a hospital receiving medical treatment for severely severed right hands (those glass bottles are dangerous, kids). Both had a love for the arts, specifically funk music. Before that fateful evening, each had attempted an instrument all of their lives with no success. Jeff desperately wanted to play the guitar and Justin drummed his poor heart out. Their attempts both sounded like an ape giving birth mixed with a train crashing into a mountain at 100 miles per hour. Paramedics on scene the night of the brawl recovered the hands of the boys to be later reattached. Not sure which went to who, the surgeon mistakenly replaced each of the boys hands with the hand of the other. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise when they discovered through the hospital's musical therapy program that they could now shred and beat like nobody's business. Their hands fit just fine and would eventually make them stars. They decided against filing a malpractice lawsuit.
The story of McNasty, however, is anything but a tragedy. Mike "McNasty" Mckewen had spent his young life dedicated to Buddha and was on his way to Tibet to fulfill his destiny as the first Dalai Lama not born into the lineage. In his travels, he met a homeless man with a crazy-looking four-string guitar. When the man began plucking and slapping this instrument, McNasty was lost in awe. He sat there in lotus position for hours, staring, hypnotized by the low tones. Finally, through great mental strength, McNasty broke free from the trance long enough to give the man sage advice to better his life and returned to his traveling. Years later, the man came to visit McNasty at the temple where he left his crazy bass guitar and a note thanking McNasty Lama for the advice that changed him. He picked up the funky bass and as soon as his fingers hit the strings, it let off sounds of magesty that had even the silent monks shrieking with excitement. This made McNasty rethink his destiny all together. He took the bass, returned to the western world, and started killing bass jams harder than anyone had ever done before.
Nate's is the grandest of tales. Nathan Lewis was born in 1770 in Bonn, Germany. He was a prodigy who began composing great classical works at the tender age of thirteen. His greatest performance is thought to be one in Vienna in 1803 for the likenesses of Napoleon, President Thomas Jefferson, and King Kong (Godzilla regretfully refused invitation stating personal issues with the King). Also in attendance was the Archduke Rudolph of Austria with whom he developed a great friendship. He continued writing amazing music even after he suffered from tinnitus, a ringing in the ears that would then take his hearing all together... Wait... this isn't the right person, is it?...
Moving on..... So this Nate guy's a trip. But really, the tunes he writes are killer. I once read that he finds inspiration in a gypsy muse that he kidnapped from a caravan in Bedfordshire. No one has ever seen her but legend states that she's still locked in his closet today. Let's hope he never loses her, for music's sake.
All these four together make Magic..--Jackson to be exact. Their meeting was one that could be predicted only by the Dalai Lama himself; which it was. McNasty foresaw the union that took place in the very pub, One Eyed Jacks, where Jeff and Justin switched hands. After a few, "Cheerio!,"'s, a couple pints of warm lager, and a Buddhist prayer session, Magic Jackson was born and began to suckle the teet of Mother Funk. They continue to touch the lives of youth and geron alike all over the world. If you are here, you are only so lucky to have heard the heavenly sounds and should be very honored to have it kiss your eardrums.
- Mr. Supertalentedmusicjournalistcriticwriterreviewer, A Famous Music Magazine Vol. 1 Ed. 1