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Bakar

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From the Promoter

Bakar’s latest EP, Will You Be My Yellow, begins with him gently plucking away at a guitar, his part-sung, part-spoken words reverberating at bassy Leonard Cohen frequencies. “Yellow sky bathed in light, eyes so bright that I squint in your presence, the silver lining's ever-present, it gives me hope, sometimes, I need a message, sometimes, I need a rope.”

It’s understandable that the 26-year-old London native is feeling a little unsteady. The EP is autobiographical, written about the death of a close friend and life’s shadier characters. Recorded partly at Rick Ruben’s Shangri La studio in Malibu, it shows Bakar’s gift for bringing black comedy and outsider perspective to even the darkest moments. "On Stop Selling Her Drugs", an affecting, understated collaboration with hyped Florida rapper Dominic Fike, he sings “her boyfriend is a fiend, so he's got to go, thinks he Charlie Sheen, but this is London, bro.”

Until a few years ago Bakar's life was an endless good time. A good-looking young man in London with friends in music, fashion and art. He’d go from lolling around Skepta’s studio while he was recorded Konichiwa to modeling for desperately cool art collective Brain Dead, to hanging out with A$AP mob. He walked the catwalk for Virgil Abloh’s Louis Vuitton and spent days crate-digging with Kanye producer Budgie.