Karl Denson brings the funk once again to St. Louis, powered by his shiny silver flute and lungs that just won't quit. Denson is a flute evangelist of sorts, converting his instrument from fussy to funky and making true believers out of his audiences. His songs perch quietly at first as he slowly builds them, until they rise and stretch into sweat-fueled funk marathons. Best leave those brownies at home if you want to keep up. During a trip through the Tiny Universe, the bassline is the only thing in the room that will pump harder than your heart.
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